You, her and lots of the other children of your area of the city are playing joyfully in the adjacent forest, despite your age and the overhanging dread in the skies of the nation. You are all climbing trees, chatting, laughing, and generally enjoying the youth which your grandparents daily warn you will soon be stolen by the state. You can decide what you and her specifically are doing, but she is being her usual cheerful self.
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