Liz
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| Location | South Central, California |
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| Introduction | Then the time came for her to leave and she couldn't say why the wild called because no one seemed to understand. "well," she thought "they might understand if their touch was the first ever felt (or the last, her mind added)" and that feral edge was where she thrived. And she was beautiful because that was how she was made to grow. |