chapter one - the field

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Everything seemed pointless to her. She wondered why she was sitting there, in a field, in a field that she had no emotional link to. It reminded her of nothing, just nothing, nothing memorable, not even blissful in any way. She stood up and walked amongst the many flowers in the quiet meadow. She resented the monotony and repetition of life, and didn't care, somehow... She wanted to live life to the fullest, and obviously... the attempt was futile. "Well..." she thought. She sat in the pointless field, full of pointless flowers, ...until she heard a tune played on the violin. She walked closer to the sound, the walk became a jog, the jog became a run, then the run to a sprint. She ran and ran and ran, Until she woke up on the living room sofa.

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