Chapter 27: I finally pushed my hand through the surface, the wind brushed my fingertips. The ground felt hard, dusty and gravely like a dirt road. I dragged the rest of my body to the top; I looked down and realized I had been dressed in what must have been a long white gown. I’m going to kill that son of a……URRRRG! I thought. I glanced around to figure out were they had taken me, I was defiantly not in Toronto, to my left and right were wide stretched cơm, gạo fields, a gravel road stretched in front of me, no buildings in sight. I stood up, I was pretty sure I was no longer in Canada period....
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