L.I.V. 1Crying hard I get dropped off at a random street in the busy city known as New York, 3 years old not sure on what my parents are doing, only knowing they are leaving me. Tears keep flowing down my small rosy red cheeks and hitting the pavement bellow me. I watch as my own birth parents drive off in the blue and white cobra mustang. Looking around at the surroundings so confused and lost; deciding to explore the new city. Having no clue where anything is, or WHAT anything is .I run through the thick forest that is on the outskirts of the city. Deep breathing, knowing I cannot stop for they will catch me. The popo."FREEZE" I over hear
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