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Why was it that everytime Anya thought she was clear of all the flashbacks, one decided to catch her offguard?
Not even herbs could help cure this affliction, and Anya honestly didn't know what would cure it. She was sick and tired of having to stutter some explanation out to herself, trying to find a solution for this trying problem.

Now she knew how DaVinci felt when he had told her that no herbs could cure his affliction. Anya sighed wearily, weaving through the trees, going nowhere in particular. It almost made her sick, halfway expecting to be succumbed by the memories once more. But the memories never came when she was expecting them...They came in the dead of night when she was deep alseep, or when Anya was happily laughing away with those wolves she considered her friends.

Anya was scared that she would frighten all these wonderful beings away if she told them her memories, so she kept them to herself. She had a feeling some of them could probably guess the turmoil inside of her.


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