Identity Justice

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my aunt's house. The air smelled like lavender and old books, a far cry from the familiar scent of

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my throa

st,love. You should eat something,

I needed to do something anything to

mind wandered back to the police station. My father's

there had to be a trail. So at that moment i swore ,no matter what i will uncover the t