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A homeless person - Dandelions It started small. A voice would yell my name from afar and since I had a rather unique name I would always turn around, only to find there was no one there. I would ask my mother and friends, if they had tried something similar and they would always say yes. I was told that it was normal and that maybe I was just sensitive. It became worse, every time I would go outside, there would be someone shouting my name. I told my mother and she looked at me with the weirdest eyes. I
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