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Pounding pain in my head.
The fog was thick like pea soup.
A voice calls my name . . . CIERRA!
Frozen in place . . .  I hear faint footsteps — 
Terrified . . . tears . . . tormented 
“Wake up!” Mom screams. . . just a bad dream.


 




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