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The sun is hot. I think it is around 100 degrees. No clouds in the sky, just a few eagles that seem to search for feed during their long flights over the huge trees. I hear a noise, loud, screaming, the voice filled with desperation and hopelessness. Some ants and spiders are creeping along my feet, increasing my desire to escape this place. But there is no way to get away from here. There are no....
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