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Light flooded into my eyes. I was surrounded by a white room. There was a TV but it wasn't on. It was for the best. A pressing question was on my mind, who am I?
Nothing indicated mt identity. Pressing a red button, I tried to summon a nurse. One came in and looked at me, "good morning, can you tell me your name?"
"No."
Someone burst into my room. "There you are mom!" The young lady explained I'd gone missing a few days prior. My family had searched for me.
My name was Martha Chanel.
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Edward Anderson
Edward writes queer led stories that show that the LGBTQIA+ characters lives are multifaceted.
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