Who am I? What was my purpose in life? I let the questions of amnesia sweep over me as I stared out at the sunset, with it's sky stained with the blood of a foe. "You insulin-filled-horseback-breaker!" My mistress was calling me but her voice was strained. She came down the stairs in a black dress fitting her tightly that it lightly tickled the floor. Her hair was tied in an elegant bun with a veil in front of her beautiful face. "I simply asked for my best dress and you give me this old rag!"she slapped me and went to beckon her son with the horse. I suppose i would be cranky if my husband had died. I took another quick glance at the sky and started on my mistress's orders. In the carrige on the way back, the anger of having amnesia swept over me. "Who am I?" I shouted. the carrige man pulled over and gave us a confused look. My mistress threw thirty pounds to him and gave him a dirty look. he continued on our drive while she searched in her bag. She handed me a piece of parchement and then I understood everything.

Name:Alexa Redansa
Birth:The 8th of september, 1945
Married to:Mason Armandez

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Tag der Veröffentlichung: 15.03.2010

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