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Chris looked around nervously. She was normally a private person and was therefore quite uncomfortable in the large crowd of people. She shuffled her way towards the edge of the crowd. Upon reaching the trees at the edge of the park she settled in the shade to listen to the music and watch the concert-goers. She silently wished that she had asked one of her friends to come with her, or that one would just happen be there,that would find her in the crowd. Twenty seven ticks of her watch, added to the short beats emanating from the tribal drummers in the distance. They beat with their palms the same resonating thump of her heart, but their empassioned hands couldn't silence the chaos of her thoughts. She looked down and saw her hands trembling, sweating, running across themselves. She looked up nervously, hoping desperately to catch of a glipse of a familiar figure. The figure was that of her mother, stepping out of the fog on their estate.

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