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My story begins when I was seven years old. I was in the graveyard of the church that was very close to my home. Both of my parents were buried there. Suddenly I started crying because I felt afraid and the noise of my sobs filled the graveyard. ¡°Who is making that awful noise? said a low voice. A terrible looking man came toward me. ¡±Don¡¯t move of I¡¯ll cut your throat,¡± he said. He was dirty and was wearing leg irons. He must have escaped from the local prison! He grabbed me and I cried, ¡°Please don¡¯t kill me!¡± ¡°What¡¯s your mane? Quickly!¡± he demanded. ¡°Pip,¡± I said. ¡°Where is your home?¡± he asked. I pointed to the nearby village. He then turned me upside down to empty my pockets. I only had a piece of bread and he quickly picked it up and devoured it.
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