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Fifteen
Lennon: I was chasing a silver wolf in my dreams. It had run through the forest, and I stopped at the tree line, debating whether to go into it. This felt like a trap, and despite my twisting gut, I followed him. I found him sitting beside a pile of disrupted dirt, and I knew why my body didn't want me to go into this forest. I am buried here… or I was. The wolf was howling loudly because my body had been dug up, and the carnivorous creatures of the forest that I had often heard yipping when I sat beside myself those few days had finally gotten to me. I picked up a stick and started swatting at the wolf, blaming him for disrupting my grave, but he just c****d his head at me. "Shoo! Get away from there." I yelled. I was quickly ripped from my dream by Knox laughing at me. In my dream
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