My abnegation Initiation only lasts a week. That is due to the fact that my brother left for the Erudite, and the Abnegation leaders want to give my family time to think about his loss. They figure I must be selfless if I stayed with my family.

My initiation ended early for me to give me and my family time to think, So that is what I will do. But I can't think here, in this dull room. I am in my old room in my old house that my parents still live in. I packed my things yester day into a new home of my own, but I'm not used to it yet, so I came here.

I look out my room-old room's- window. It is a beutiful difference from the inside of the house, to the outside.

I can't think here. It makes me feel dreary. So then it hits me. I can go somewhere else to clear my thoughts.

I go downstairs-I run downstairs, as my family is not home- and shut the door.

I run to the place where I would have gone if I had chosen differently.

I sit near the train tracks and think. Not about how Caleb left, but Why. He must have known he didn't belong. I know I don't belong either. I sigh. I see the train coming and back up a few feet. I feel the air swipe through my face in sharp blows.

I am not meant for abnegation. I was made for dauntless. But it is too late now. It's either this or factionless.

I walk back to my own home, close the door, and head for the attic. From there, I open the window, revealing the roof of my home. I climb out and sit. The wind blows and carries a loose piece of hair over my eyes, and I leave it there, savoring the moment.

Then I have an Idea. I picked abnegation for the sake of my family. I had to be the one that stayed. I knew i couldnt be abnegation. But just because I am in abnegation, doesn't mean I can't be dauntless.

Everyday for the past few days, I have been waking up early in the morning to sit next to the tracks as the train comes by this part of the city. Not just to think, but to relax. Everyday, I come a little closer as the train zips by. Today, I sit so close, that if I put my head a few centimeters closer, the train would hit my head off.

Maybe one day I'll climb in the train. And I would go around the city. I would past merciless mart, and the bean. Maybe I would see the dauntless compound for the first time.

My job in abnegation starts off easy: Give resources to the factionless. I have backbag hanging over my shoulders. It is filled with food that the factionless are used to eating by now: beef jerky, dried fruit, some bread. Even a few jars of peanut butter. I open my bag, and take out a small pouch of dried fruit for myself. I eat one piece as I wait for the train to pass.

I hear something rustling, and I put the dried fruit train is coming.

It whooshes by, and my hair which was tied into a pony tail a few moments ago is now free, the band nowhere to be seen. My eyes widen as someone jumps from the train a few yards away. My spine is a metal rod. I am not suposed to be here. Maybe I can sneak away before he can see me. He look straight ahead. I pray he does not see me from the corners of his eyes.

I slowly back away from the train, now standing.

And his head turns. He looks at me shocked. I wonder why he would be shocked when I realize that I am wearing gray clothes next to the train tracks, and my hair is down: Not typical abnegation behavior.

Maybe I can distract him. I can act abnegation now, and he wouldn't think anything about it. He hadn't seen me watching the trains. He only saw me near them. I walk toward him one foot in front of the other carefully.

"Hello. Can I help you?" I ask him my eyes wide, my voice low, but not whispering.

He stares blankly at me before saying "Are you lost? I never saw an Abnegation girl near the tracks."

This angers me. He thinks I'm stupid enough to get lost in the city. "No." I snap, but take it back. "No, Im just here to..." To what? I ask myself. Then it comes to me.

"Im just here to give food to the factionless. Most of them come here alot." I lie. But he won't know that. He's dauntless, and they live on the other side of the city.

He frowns. "The factionless come by the trains?" He asks.

Or maybe not.

Think Beatrice think.

"No. Most of them are near the alleys. But I thought it would be better to wait here until it's time to give them recources."

"Why?"

"I'd rather not wait in an alley where the factionless might come out." I tell him as evenly as possible. "I got up early today and decided I might as well wait here until it's time to give it to them."

"Hmm." He says, looking at me, his head tilted. Analyzing me.

"Do you need anything?" I ask. I was about to ask him why he's here, but i remembered that the abnegation arent supposed to be curious.

"Yes. Can you show me the factionless safe houses?"

I nod. A part of me is nervous about walking near him. I look at him as we walk. He's tall. My head would only reach his collar bone. He has short hair, but it's longer then abnegation hair styles. His bottom lip is full, while his upper lip is spare. His eye lashes are long, and he has blue eyes. Dark blue eyes, that captivating. A dreamy, sleeping color.

I wonder suddenly, who 'he' is. I want to ask his name. I would have, if I wasn't supposed to be nosy.

Then again, I've broken rules before. In fact, I think I've broken laws, but I'm not sure.

"What's your name?" I ask.

He looks at me, an eyebrow raised. "Pretty curious for a stiff." He says, not answering my question.

"I just asked about your name. I want to know what to call you." I say frowning.

"You don't need to call me anything." He snaps.

"But I want to know." I demand.

"Well, your going to have to deal with the fact that I'm not going to tell you.

This makes me flustered, and I just know My face is another color. I stop walking.

"I'm not showing you the safe houses if you don't tell me your name." I say, scowling.

He glares at me, and I glare back. I'm not sure, but I swear a smile plays on his lips.

He looks at me a few more minutes. "My name is Four." He says finally.

He's dauntless, and they are always doing strange things-jumping off trains, pierced body parts, dyed hair, tattoos. It shouldn't really shock me if they name there kids numbers.

I just nod, and continue walking.

"And you?" He asks. I don't answer. Beatrice is to formal. I don't think I shoud trust him yet.

He did tell me his name though. but he could have just made it up. What kind of a name is Four anyways?

I realize suddenly, that I can give a fake name too. "Tris." I tell him.

"Tris." He repeats. "That's not a Stiff name."

"Four isn't much of a name either." I say kicking a pebble. We are now a block away from a safe house. I expect him to yell at me, or snap back. It's strange though, that I don't expect him to hurt me though. Even though he's dauntless.

He chuckles. "Fair enough."

I press my lips together. We are in front of the old crumbling building.

"There you go." I say pointing toward the door.

"Thank you." He says looking at me. He eyes linger on mine for a few seconds longer. I might have imagined it, I admit.

He opens the door, and Four is gone. I sigh, and leave the food near the stairs.

I turn to walk back to the tracks. I sit back down, this time a few feet away from the tracks-the same distance as I was the first day I came here. I don't know how long I sit there,legs crossed, looking at my ankles, but I hear footsteps.

I turn abruptly, and see Four. I sigh.

"Hello to you too." He says taken Aback.

"Sorry." I mumble.

He sits next to me, a resonable distance away, with one leg layed flat on the gravel, the other bent, with his arm over it. "What wre you doing in there?" I ask.

"Just some...issues that needed to be cleared." He says, not evaluating the situation.

I don't say anything for a while, but I can't help but ask. "What kind of issues?"

His head snaps back, and he straightens. He glares at me, and says his voice low, so low, I am almost scared, "I don't need to tell you anything about anything. It does not concern you. Understood." He says each word slowly, as if I wouldn't understand a word he says.

I know I am small. I know I am short. I know I'm not pretty. But I know when I'm being teased, and I know I'm not stupid. But instead of talking back to him, I scowl, getting up. I walk away, not expecting him to stop me. He doesn't in fact he doesn't seem to care that I'm leaving.

I stomp away, scowling. It is about 10:00 now.I have already given the supplies so I have the rest of the day to myself.

Well, I have the rest of the day to others. For an hour I just walk endlessly around the next few blocks, trying to see id anyone needs my help. I pass a women without looking her way. I see a gray figure taking something from the womans hands-groceries. It hadn't occured to me that she was old and brittle, and needed help carrying her things.

I will never belong in Abnegation. I think to myself. I kick a pebble out of the path.

Right now, I would be walking around, doing errands with my brother Caleb. We might have come across Robert and Susan on our way home, and walkinged down the block together, in honourable, quiet, abnegation conversation.

That won't be possible, really. Caleb is Erudite. Robert is Amity. Susan and I were never really close on our own, and I am truly dauntless.

I wonder suddenly, how i could have possibly have an aptitude for abnegation. I suppose the dauntless part was possible. Maybe even Erudite. But Abnegation?

I walk back to my house. It is midday now. Time for lunch. But i don't feel like eating plain bread, chicken, and peas. Instead, I sleep, and dream of how my life would have been If I had chosen differently. I would be in dauntless, jumping off trains, with tattoos, and possibly even some friends.

Instead I am alone, bored, and tired.

But at least I will be able to see my parents for dinner tonight.

I am sitting in the table of my parents house. It is nearly sunset. We say our prayers, thanking god for food on our plates, and a family to support. And then we start to eat.

It isn't because of Caleb's absence that is different about this meal. It is the fact that I am an adult now, technically, and I can talk to my parents in the dinner table. I choose not to though. It just doesn't seem right to do so without my brother. I wonder what he would have said, what he would have done.

"Did anything interesting happen to you today Beatrice?" My mother asks softly.

"Nothing really." I lie. "I just gave the food to the factionless, and helped people around." I say rolling my peas around with my fork.

"How are they doing? The factionless?" My father asks me swallowing a small mouthful of bread.

How am I supposed to know, I just leave it near the stairs and leave.

"Good i guess. They seem to be eating more." I say shrugging.

It is silent for a while. We have all been avoiding the main subject of this evening. Caleb.

"When is it visiting day for the Erudite?" I ask.

My father freezes, fork about to take some mashed potatoes. My mother just stares at the middle of the table.

"The abnegation are not permitted in the Erudite compound." My father replies, glowering at his food.

"Oh." I say. There is nothing more to say.

The rest of dinner is quiet. I don't know what else to talk about. I feel it should be important to tell my parents about my divergence, but I fear how they will think of me, if they think I could belong in other places instead of abnegation. If they knew I considered leaving them for my own sake.

So instead we talk about little things. My Mothers work. My fathers ranting about the Erudite. Me? I make up stories about how much the factionless appreciate the food, when really, i don't know what they do with it. For all i know the food might just be eaten by seagulls or something.

When it comes time for me to leave, my mother gives me a present.

"Here take this." She says. She hands me a small box. It is a shiny black color, like obsidian. I am about to open it there, but my mother overlaps both of her hands between mine, stopping me. "Open it later. And remember. I love you. and always will." She says squeezing my hands. I nod.

"I love you too." I say. It's the only reason I stayed in this faction. I stayed out of love. My mother kisses my forehead, and my father pats my shoulder as I walk out the door, heading to my own house. It is a ten minute walk. It is dark but some Abnegation still roam by. As I enter my home, locking the door, I open the box.

Inside it is a necklace that shines. It is black, and glimmering. But what is most intriguing about this is not the fact that it is exquisite, which is not allowed in abnegation. It isn't the fact that it shines in perfect harmony with the moon in the night.

It's the fact that is in the complex design the reveals the symbol of dauntless.

Black flames.

I wake the next morning. I plan on going near the trains, waiting there for an hour. It is three in the morning, so I take my time getting ready. As I get out of the shower, a tight grey t-shirt and shorts on my body (I live alone, so it doesn't really matter how I dress.) I see the necklace my mother gave me. I left it on my dresser, afraid of what to do with it, as if it would actually turn to flames.

I wonder what this means from my mother. Does she know, that I hesitated in my choice? Is this a thank you for me, for my choice in staying?

I sigh. I wanted to change. To become more than abnegation. To transform myself into the person I wanted to be.

And now I can't. But this necklace reminds me of who I can truly be, who I think I am capable of being. I can't wear this on my neck, so I decide to put it on my ankle. If i loop it around my foot twice, it just about fits perfectly there as an anklet. I put long grey slacks to cover it, and wear boots just in case. It looks like it might rain anyway.

Now it is five thirty. I decide to leave for the trains.I have to go deliver food to the factionless at seven, so I bring it with me in the same bag as yesterday, swinging it over my back. I run down the stairs, hopping the last three steps.

I arrive at the trains at approximately five forty five. Just as the train passes by. I am walking toward the tracks. I am a good five yards away, when I see someone jump out of the train, landing perfectly on his feet.

Four.

I scowl, displeased to see him. I'm sure he sees me, and when his dark eyes meet mine, I turn to walk away. I can come back later tonight anyways.I start marching away- stomping away really, like a five year old that didn't get the toy she wanted for Christmas.

"Tris!" His voice steps falter. I have a choice. I can keep walking away, or I can face him. But I don't want to face him again. It's not because of him really. It's because he's dauntless, and seeing him reminds me of the life I could have had. It could have been me jumping of that train, instead of watching it go by with envy every morning.

I huff, as I turn around to walk back toward him.

"Yes?" I ask in polite manner the Abnegation are trained to talk in.

He smirks. "We're you going to hide from me?" He asks. My cheeks warm.

"No." I lie.

"Really?" He says quirking that stupid eyebrow of his, and that idiotic grin playing over his dumb lips.

"If you just called me over to discuss this, then you should know I'm not interested in this pathetic foreplay." I say. "I have important things to do."

"Like what?"

"Feed the factionless."

"And after that?"

"Attend important matters that need to be fixed." My laundry.

"I see."

I wait for him to continue, but he doesn't, so I turn and start walking. He follows.

"What." I say trying not to tell him to bug off. I have always had trouble being polite.

"I'm just here to collect somethings for the dauntless from the hub."

"You need to come here to get things?" I ask bewildered. "What could abnegation have that the Dauntless don't?"

"You say that like you feel the abnegation lack something."

I hope the look on my face doesn't say that I do think that. The abnegation do lack something in there lives, and there things, even there actions. They lack adventure.

"Your avoiding the question." I say matter-of-factly. "Just like yesterday."

"Very observant aren't you." He says.

I have exchanged little bits of conversation with this boy, and yet he already knows alot. The little pieces i showed himself about me, aren't abnegation moments. My curiosity showed Erudite. My visits to the tracks every morning show dauntless.

I hope he's just one of the bull-headed dauntless that don't think much.

"Walk me to the Hub?" He asks.

"You don't have legs?" I ask.

"Can't go in the Hub alone."

"It's the building with the huge spikes."

"I know that." He says rolling his eyes. "You can't go into the building without Abnegation permission."

"And what makes you think I can get you in?"

"Well, you did say you have important business to attend to. Figured that meant you were important."

"So I'm your ticket in." I reply.

"In a sense, yes." He says scratching the back of his neck.

I think for a minute. "Tell you what. I'll escort you to the Hub, on one condition."

He frowns. "What?"

"I get to ask you questions, that you have to answer along the way." I tell him.

He thinks about this. "Don't ask me any question about my past, or my name, and you have a deal."

Now I frown. What else is there to ask him about.

It hits me that I can ask him why he's here.

"Promise?" I ask.

He sighs, annoyed. "You have my word." He extends a hand for me to shake, A dauntless way of greeting and deal making. And in this case, promises.

And we start to walk. Along the way, I throw the bag of food at the factionless stairs. Four looks at me weirdly.

"I'm not going in a room full of factionless." I tell him.

"Why?"

"I don't like them. And it doesn't really help the fact that there poor and desperate, and I could easily be there chance at big money with a ransom." I tell him stating my point.

"They wouldn't kidnap you. You would annoy them before they'd give you back." He says playfully.

I don't say anything to this statement of his. He is obviously trying to stall.

No questions on his name, nor his past.

"Why are you going to the Hub?" I ask.

"None of your business." He replies swiftly.

"On the contrary, I can ask you anything as long as it doesn't include your past or your name."

"This meeting kind of ties in to my past." He says. "It also relates to my expedition to the factionless safe house yesterday." He says sternly, telling me not to ask him about it without actually saying the words.

I think of another question. "How old are you?"

"Eighteen."

"What's your job in Dauntless?"

"I watch the computers in the control room, but I'm also training transfer initiates."

I almost laugh, but a small breath leaves my lips anyways.

"What's so funny?" He asks looking at me.

I can't tell him really. It is funny because if I were to switch to dauntless, as I planned, then he would have been my instructor. But if I tell him that, he would know my hesitation on making my lifetime choice.

"Nothing." I say looking ahead. The hub is only a few minutes away.

What else should I ask him?

"How are your initiates?"

"Five candor, three Erudite."

It doesn't surprise me that there are no amity. It also gives me relief. If I had really switched, I would have been the only Abnegation,and probably looked down upon.

"No more question?" He asks.

"Not much to ask. You forbid me from asking anything interesting." I reply flatly.

"Can I ask you then?"

"I'm not as interesting, but go for it." I say.

"How old are you?"

"Sixteen."

"Really?" He asks puzzled. A reminder that I look younger.

"Yes. next question." I say trying not to sound to desperate about changing the subject. He smiles, and the corners of his lips twist into a grin.

"Why do you really stand by the trains every morning?"

I cough. "I told you. To wait and deliver the food to the factionless."

"Don't lie to me, Tris." He says.

I know I'm not that good of a liar, but am I really that bad?

"I don't want to answer that question." I say.

"And why not?"

And thankfully, we reach the Hub. I almost push him toward the door to avoid answering the question. He chuckles.

"You still have to come inside the building with me." He says.

I sigh exasperated.

"Well?" He says, holding the door open for me. A few people inside the Hub stop and look. It isn't unusual for an abnegation to escort another faction member into the building. It's just that the escorting is quiet, and without conversation. Four has the sense to stay quiet for a few seconds as we pass a corner into the elevators. He pushes the button to the 45th floor.

I don't answer his question. He must understand that I am not answering any other questions, because he doesn't say another word for a while.

"Do you like living in Abnegation?" He asks.

My silence answers the question. No. Not really.

He doesn't say anything more. when the elevator stops, the door opening, he turns to face me. "Thank you." He says before leaving the elevator. I say nothing as I press the button to go back to the first floor.

Before the elevator closes though, I here him say two words.

"Beatrice Prior."

I try desperately to open the elevator door again, frantically pressing the "door open" button. He knows my name. Who knows? Maybe the whole reason he came here was to report me for selfish behavior. I could be factionless for that. Maybe I can deny it. After all, who are they going to believe? An Abnegation girl or A dauntless boy?

I stop, letting the elevator go back to the lobby. The door opens, and the Abnegation members shuffle around with city business. Staying in the building all day. Helping others. Not thinking, not even for a second, about what it would be like to receive these things for themselves.

I have a new plan. He went in, so he has to come out of the building sometime. I decide to wait for him outside.

Stupid Four. He's making me paranoid. Heck, he might have made me factionless now for all I know.

About fifteen minutes later, He comes out, the door opening, and his dark hair gleaming. His face is flushed, frustrated. He reminds me of a bomb, a timer counting down, about to explode in any minute. I don't care.

I walk up to him once he is about three yards away from the hub. "How!" I exclaim.

"How what?" He asks, a crease appearing on his forehead as his eyebrows draw in, scowling.

"How did you find out my name?" I ask again.

"Your aptitude test taker, Tori, told me she had to verbally tell girl named Beatrice Prior's test results."Four says. "I figured it had to be you. Her description fit you well enough. Blue eyes blond hair. Oh, and you said your name was Tris. It doesn't an Erudite to figure it out"

My aptitude test. What if Tori slipped up? What if Four demanded she tell him my results? What if it is his reason here today? Tori told me divergence was dangerous.

"Did she tell you my results?" I ask wide eyed.

"Abnegation." He replies dryly. He doesn't seem to think or know anything else about the topic. If this wasn't his reason for going to the Hub, then what was?

"Why did you go to the Hub?" I ask.

"I thought I told you to mind your own business." He snaps.

"Well, you know my aptitude results, which your not allowed to know. It's only fair." I say.

He turns a corner and I follow. At the last minute though, he turns, me almost bumping into his chest. I cringe at his sudden stop.

"Listen here, and listen well." He says quietly. Something in me bubbles. Fear, maybe? "I can't tell you what I'm doing. It's too important for your understanding. And even if I could tell you, I wouldn't. You are just an Abnegation girl I met, who escorted me to the Hub because I came here to see someone. Understood?" He says.

I understand only one thing. He thinks I'm too little, or too stupid, to know anything. He thinks I'm pathetic, and unimportant.

I know I am capable of more than what others think. I hate being under estimated. I hate it even more when people try to be strong, and making me feel weak. I hate it even more when It works, but I can't let it work now. My jaw clenches, and my eyes harden. I breathe in, and when I breathe out, I scowl.

"I don't know why," I start, "You think I'm just a piece of trash around. I don't even know why you think I'm dumb. I don't know why you think I wouldn't understand things that are going on, but stop it." I say sternly. Too sternly. I have only ever dreamed of standing up for myself, but never have. Self defense is self serving, and it might get me into huge trouble later. But that's later.

"I'm not weak. I'm not pitiful. And I am not stupid or idiotic." I finish.

I turn to leave before I here his response. I hear my footsteps, but I don't here his. And I don't care. I wouldn't care if I ever saw him again. One thing is for sure though. If I ever see him again, I will walk away. It is now eight o clock. Time to wander about endlessly, assisting for others needs,

After all, in Abnegation, your only purpose in life is for the benefit for someone else.

That can't be right, can it?

When I wake up the next day I feel lighter. I slept in some long shorts and a loose gray shirt. So big, the collar falls to one side of my shoulder, leaving the other exposed. I could care less. My feet are cold, but I don't even care. Today, I just want to lay on my couch after breakfast and not go out. I woke up unusually late. It is nine o clock. I usually wake up at five. My necklace-still an anklet on my foot-gleams against the dull, yellow sunlight appearing from the cracks behind the blinds of my window.

I moan as I force myself of my bed. There is only one good thing about waking up late today. I won't have any chance of finding Four. Training for most factions starts at eight, and being dauntless must mean they wake earlier.

I stretch my arms as I reach the bathroom, taking a quick shower. I come out, a towel over myself, my hair dripping wet.

I open my closet and find nothing but grey, all the same dull shade. I brush and dry my hair, tying it in a plain old fashion.

I will have to be plain and dull, and unexciting for the rest of my life.

At least I'm not a faction traitor. At least I have my parents. These are the only thoughts that keep me from crying, a lump in my throat that I quickly swallow down.

After the usual feeding the factionless, and aimlessly helping people around, and being shoved by other faction members, I decide to go to the trains. This time, after a whole day of boredom, I plan on something fun, something exiting.

I plan on jumping onto the train.

I have chosen a life for my parents. I haven't betrayed them, but I betrayed myself. And I am not selfless, so that makes me selfish, so therefore I stayed for them, but I will do what I choose to do.

I feel free. I feel like a baby hawk, adjusting it's wings for flight. Once I get the hang of it, with practice, I will be soaring though the sky with adrenaline running in my veins, the feeling I have always wanted to experience.

Maybe I was meant for dauntless.

It is late, around eleven o clock. In this lighting, my clothing looks black. I take of my sweatshirt, Hiding it under a large boulder, out of sight. I will have to wear it again when- if I come back. I hear the whistling horn, and the yellow headlights. I have seen the dauntless do this at school. I will run, and dive into the cart, dragging the rest of me in.

And I bolt into a run. My lungs take in as much oxygen as they can, my legs stretch as long as possible. I am running, sprinting really. I dive into an open cart, my legs still dangling. I gasp. I knew this would happen. I use my arms to pull me in, my legs squirming after me.

I let out a breathe of relief. I did it.

I did it, I did it, I did it. That is the only thought that repeats inside my head. I smile, my breathing heavy.

I tour the City all night, the train whizzing past. The city is dark now, and Abnegation slowly gains distance from the train, fro me. I feel enhanced, by the beauty of the sight. The lights of the city, like many little multi-colored fireflies, going past me in a heart beat. The world, spinning as I watch. I don't dare blink, afraid that if I do, I will miss another spontaneous moment on this train. The sky is dark and endless, but I have never felt more alive.

I have never felt more dauntless.

I can practically see everything, but I want more than that. I want to feel this, to smell this, to taste this feeling. I lean closer to the door, holding onto a handle on each side of me. I close my eyes, and lean forward, breathing in through my nose, smelling fresh air in huge burst, and breathing out through my mouth, feeling the sweetness of relaxation through my throat. I have never felt anything as wondrous as this, but a small part of me, a little voice, tells me to feel fear. The feeling dissolves when I reopen my eyes. I should be afraid. I am about twenty feet high on the train railings, and I should be scared. Death could claim me for this, but I savor this moment, and I dissolve in it. I don't feel like any old person in the city anymore. I feel like I am part of it. I look at the buildings, at how old they are, and I know many things must have happened in or around them, that each one must have a lifeless adventure, an exquisite story to tell.

And that is what I want. I want stories of me. I don't want to be the person that lived for others, walking away from adventurous activities. I want to be part of those adventures, those expedition. The world is full of life, and each piece of life should live to it's out most content, to have a truly amazing story to tell. I want to go through the pages of my life, to go to the unknown. I want to cherish my life, to the most, to the person I am.

I don't want to pretend anymore. I don't want to. I don't want to die, being remembered as Beatrice, the quiet girl from the stiff part of town. No- I want to be a girl, who did crazy things and never regretted it. I want to be the girl that feels powerful, and strong, but not for the terror, or the weakness of others. I want power and strength for myself, to guide me through life, to not be weak and powerless. I want to be the girl with her own little bit of happiness.

I want to be Tris.

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