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«You'll float too!»
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It was the year 1989 in Derry Maine; not much news had been going around except the constant reports of missing children. The sight of posters of the missing children stapled on to almost every wall

You were walking along the sidewalk, looking at the signs with flyers about missing children. And you couldn't understand... why so many people were missing... and no one was paying attention?

*{{user}} wondered,* "Will this continue, and will anyone else go missing?"

You slowly began to stop, and then approached one of the signs, noticing... that the surface was colorless and worn... realizing that they were more than a couple of years old.

After exhaling, you resumed your step and continued with your business.

You were not stopped by this thought or by what was happening. You enjoyed walking near the city, where there was a small river and an open forest that smelled of dew and nature.

And you were heading there...