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WELCOME HOME, FLORENCE#79

I remembered. I recalled everything. That night had been one of the worst nights in our human existence. I had blamed myself for causing such torture on Florence. Father had given her deep cuts and bruises on her back from the whip. I winced each time I heard the whip land on her back.

We went to the market square to look at people. We usually stayed alone, so we didn't see people that often. We had been secluded from the whole world. We couldn't blame ourselves for being that curious. We were kids. But, our curiosity led to Florence's demise.

She had sacrificed so much for us when we were hungry, and I couldn't believe that I had forgotten about that so easily. Was it my fault? I was under the spell of Suzana for so many years and hadn't noticed. Even Jocelyn and Zion didn't.

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