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Fast food every night might sound ideal to a kid but it left her often hungry for more. She'd rummage through half-empty cupboards, the kithen walls sticky with cigarette tar,
A hero is born, a child is lost. A chance is taken, but at what cost?   I stand here baffled, at the scene around. How could they say, this was paradise found?  
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