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    Sometimes, I wonder what I am doing with my life. Enter barely drinking age me: a girl with no real hopes or dreams but with a great sense of avoiding anything safe and saying anything true. Yeah, yeah, I lie. So? Lying is better than being what I was before – a left-behind girl, hated by her family, friendless, and on her last check from a substitute teaching job that nearly broke me. The only thing I have to my name is well, my name: Celia. Well, and the clothes on my back as I stand in this looming building that from afar was shaded by a grove of tall, impossibly tall trees. That was after getting through three gates.

    I spent every cent I had to find this place, a place I was beginning to feel I wasn’t meant to find. The path to here started with an ad – a barely-there scrap of paper. ‘T.R.C.’? Well, I guess this is it.

    OR: that time I rewrote a questionable rp and it became a fun little fluffy story of girl meets Tyrant in a facility for Tyrants (Tyrant Rescue Center) ran by the BSAA circa after RE5.

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