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Story of My Life
Prologue
I grew up in a tiny town where all I ever
knew was the small four miles that was Cottonwater,
Mississippi. I'd dreamed for years of escaping that
tiny town that I'd lived in since the time I was two. I mean
you'd want to escapr too if you knew that the people raising
you weren't your parents and that your real parents
were two states over still searching for their daughter in
Texas. I was raised being told my name is Sara Elise Browning but
yesterday on the internet I found a baby picture , a picture that
looked exactly like me, but the two year old girl in this
picture. Her name wasn't Sara Elise ; her name was Rachel
Diamond Acker.
I found the photo and now I'm planning
my escape. I'm going back
home.
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