After the death of our mother, my sister and I moved to an orphanage. Nothing could have prepared us for what happens at night.

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1. After the death of our mother, my sister and I moved to an orphanage. Nothing could have prepared us for what happens at night.
2. Our adoptive parents like to play weird games at bedtime.

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