http://www.fictionthis.com/ 2009-06-03T12:36:40Z feedback@fictionthis.com (FT Team) en http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/FictionsByFictionists/~3/925ZkISB6Lg/326 &quot;To be free.&quot; Charlie thought out loud. Never had he imagined that this would ever come true. Someday maybe he would come back and try to explain everything to his sister, his bestfriend.&nbsp; She wouldn't understand. 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