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FLASHBACK📌📌 Seventeen years ago. The summer rain had just stopped, leaving the rural estate air smelling of damp earth and crushed leaves. A ten-year-old Oom sat on the steps of the garden shed, sniffling softly as she wiped tears from her dirty cheeks with the back of her hand. Her knee was scraped, and her little wooden bowl of snacks had been overturned.
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