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"What? Who are you?" Your voice sounded like you were underwater. You tried to shout, but instead it bounced back at you, making your ears ring.

The kid's eyes fluttered open. He looked in your direction, but you could tell he was just looking straight through you. He looked just like... Lone man. A knock on the door startled you.

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"Hurry up, will you? You're going to be late. I told you, I need flour—how else can I make bread, huh?"

That voice sounded just like his mother; could it be? You rushed to the door, about to twist the door knob, when your hand went through it as if you were a... ghost.

"Coming, mother," the kid muttered as he trudged to the door and opened it himself.

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