My life was completely normal. Normal girl, raised in the suburbs, living in a dorm going through college.
I never intended to hurt anyone. I didn't even know I did anything. Actually, I did nothing, it was just a misunderstanding. Shopping at a store one day, owned by someone who was of chinese...or indian...or something like that, someone stole an object that was significant to the owner, and I was blamed. I didn't even know I was blamed, but I was just in the wrong place at the wrong time.
I didn't know the ethnicity of the owner. I didn't really know much about other cultures and accents and such, but I didn't really care either. But this curse was now on me, and I didn't even know why, how, or when it started.
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