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d is a

me from-Setvastl-are foggy, fra

nty, the questions with no answers. My foster father used to say, "The less you know, the s

name's

t's what ever

It makes me sound like a toddler lost at a shopping mall. But they never

ng about them-no faces, no voices, not even the shape of their shadows. Still, Selena and Valen-my foster parents-l

we stood as a symbol of peace between them-not geographically, but politically

ly a beacon of unity, t

off from the r

monitored and our e

use. Others say the two nations wanted to protect us... or maybe control us. Some texts describe Neon like it's a myth

questioned anyth

now if I had the right to. Was I truly on

understand politics-let alone meddle i

y. No local l

tions. An alliance that watched us like babysitters guarding a secret they fear

as pea

household had land, crops, and a shared sense of f

walls, yet we

ains, yet we

ll, we

to feel better. We laughed

felt it-benea

tching. Some

s long as we stayed quiet,

were

beginning

es grew quieter at night. But in my bones. In my dreams. In the shiver that

w what I was

ow if I was mean

new thi

ng was

d no longer have the pr

have t

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fig

he questions no one