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Confused
She didn’t know who she was nor where she came from. She couldn’t remember anything. A minute later, she realized that she was in the parking lot of a shopping mall. People were running everywhere. She saw a big crowd at a dozen metres from her. She also saw an ambulance and a police car. She joined the crowd and asked a man: "What’s going on?" The man answered: "There was an accident. A girl was hit by a car." She was the curious type. She wanted to know more about the accident. She asked a man standing next to her: "Can you tell me what happened to the girl who got hit?" The man looked at her with sad eyes and said: "Poor girl. She died. She was so young..." She wanted to take a look at the poor girl. She went to the centre of the crowd. She looked at the body. She opened up her eyes when she saw her own face and realized that she was the girl who got hit by the car. I’m dead, she thought. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~
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