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..with that. But then she was wondering why in the name of anything sane was she compelled to do an act termed 'an act of kindness', by certain people she had met so few times in her life that it was not even enough for her to remember their names and connect it to their faces, against her wishes though she was not even quite sure of what exactly are her wishes since her mind had been bombarded with so many ideas in so few months although she was cognizant of vague feelings of disquiet and rebelliousness though she was aware that after she entered the realms of what her 'friend' had termed as the 'Headquarters of the World' that there will be no turning back, no return to 'normalcy' or atleast what she had previously thought as normalcy but which now was only a vague memory of a father never at home for a time it took longer than for him to fight with a mother who was almost always hysterical and a brother who had shady friends who always met together at nights wearing multicolored arm bands....