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sad story about death, life, and the air, how it changed the world especially April's. |
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My name is April. Last name: Armond. April, like the month in Autumn. My life changed on the second of December, when disaster struck the world. Being around death and tragedy so long you'd think that I'd grown immune to it. No. Not even close. I see someone die and even though i don't even know them, i feel the agony rip through me, the denial, the empathy, the sympathy. I still feel everything i did that first, innocent day. I am April. And this is my story. |