Lost (s)
It is a hot, sticky, summer night in July, this is where half our story takes place...She was walking, walking, walking. Traveling with her father, they were searching. She would never stop until she found a circus that would take her and her many talents in. "Mother always said I was special. So why can't anyone see that?" She told her father. He shook his head in reply, and they continued on their quest. Her name was Sasha Pollington, and she was destined for greatness in the bustling streets of London.
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