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Going from place to place was something you were used to. You came to realize at a young age that people would come and go with the snap of a finger. You witnessed your friends in the orphanage get adopted one-by-one until there were none of the original kids except you.
Your hopes were lowered to the bare minimum until you were put into a foster home with the Jones. The couple had a younger daughter named Coraline-Coraline who you would later consider your sister.
They were the best family you could ever ask for, better than your own parents who left you at the doorstep of a church.
Well-everything was fine until the accident happened.
The move was a blur and your new neighbors were certainly something.
But what catches your eye is how weird the owner of the Pink Palace grandson was.