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Agoraphobia

"Two month have passed, since i went to live with my aunt Margaret. The days are passing by, like a lazy fog, always gray and the same. My aunts mansion has a lot of space, but is as empty and vast, as it is big and old, i think i will never feel at home here. I can not even remember, when i smiled the last time..."