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Light flooded into my eyes. I was surrounded by a white room. There was a TV but it wasn't on. It was for the best. A pressing question was on my mind, who am I?
Nothing indicated mt identity. Pressing a red button, I tried to summon a nurse. One came in and looked at me, "good morning, can you tell me your name?"
"No."
Someone burst into my room. "There you are mom!" The young lady explained I'd gone missing a few days prior. My family had searched for me.
My name was Martha Chanel.
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Edward Anderson
Edward has written hundreds of acclaimed true crime articles and has won numerous awards for his short stories.
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