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Victoria grew up in New York's Foster Care. She never knew who her real parents were, apparently they never wanted her. She could count the number of families that had taken her in through the years on both hands and then some. It was pretty much the same number of families that returned her, every time, to the system. Apparently no one wanted her, she was too much of a 'wild child' as they always seemed to put it, air quotes and all. It seemed so natural for them to return her like she was some defective toy being returned to WalMart. In the end she just stopped caring and decided to say 'fuck you' to the system and ran away.

The streets of New York taught her many things; it was a concrete jungle of hidden danger just waiting for a show of weakness. Every new year added a chapter to her life, but in the end it felt like those chapters were just a repeat of before. Her life was just a series of stagnated events that held no real meaning and in the end she felt like her and New York City, well, they didn't get along so much. She decided to do the city a favor and left. However, she never could stay in one spot for too long. It was like she was searching for someone, something, or some place. Unknown to her another chapter was about to get written in her book of life. Those green eyes of hers glanced out the window at the signs littering the side of the road. Fifty-three miles til Denver.

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