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Today as I took a walk through the hustle and bustle of the city, I was reminded of when I was younger. I remembered when I attempted running away, but was found by the coppers (stupid flatfeet. sometimes they get soooo annoying. but i luv 'em lol). AHAHA Coppers. Anyway. Well. As I said in my About Me column, I was always awaiting some sort of magic to come and whisk me away. I found shelter in my hollowed out oak in Hampstead Heath when things got too hectic. My friend, Binah, stayed by my side at all times, even when our mums and stepmums (ahem, evil stepmum, ahem. sorry, had somethin in my throat!) didn't allow it. I mean really, even though my mum and dad are now passed, I still feel like they're here, you know? But to top it all off I watched something my friend from North America sent me; the first part of something called Routes. I literally wanted to throw it out the window and hide away in my wardobe after seeing the evil that was displayed while they went through the pass. And to see the horrors bestowed upon the poor people that were captured and called "slaves." No one has the right to capture and use another man/woman. And then they talked about molesting women in the second part! "She will be a great pleasure to me!" said the slave owner after seeing her special parts. What erotic people! I mean really. Hmf. I will never forgive whatever bald COOT started that horrible tradition.