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December 31, 1982/1983

New Mexico. Dragón Callejón. West dragon Lane. Sunny Orphanage. Soleado Orfanoto
I'm really scared. I know my birthday isn't that close but I'm still scared. I'm 12 years old. I know that if you get out into the world you have a high chance of dying. Anyways there's this office, it's where the psychopaths stay.  There's a password, no one knows it, no body except Slange. He swore to never utter a word. If he did he would be sent to the basement.  This place keeps getting worse and worse.  I wish someone would come and rescue me from this crappy place.  When we work they put chains on our ankles so that we can't run.  Anyways back to the basement topic.  If people don't get slaughtered in the basement, they get poisoned. As horrible as it sounds it's true.  People get slaughtered for no freakin' reason. I'm starting to wonder if my time is near. I haven't done anything wrong so I would imagine not. Anyways I have to go eat my only meal.
                                                                                                      -Wellen

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