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It had always been just her and her father, they never needed anyone else. They had their gardens of wheat and forests of crops of every kind. The air was always clean and the animals loved to play. The wonderful sunrise as she ate freshly made butter on freshly made toast surrounded by golden flowers. . . Chara wouldn't have had it any other way. But it didn't last long.
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