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My name is Sparrow.
Others have called me many things. Friend, lover, hero. I dream, someday, of being called "Mother," though that day will not come for many years, yet. My child is barely a year old, now. I miss him so. Right now, the common folk seem to like calling me "Lionheart," for my victory over the Crucible. But in my "lion's" heart, I'm still Sparrow. I'm still the child I was so long ago.
Today, I am called Recruit 273.
I am writing this journal because ... I don't know how long I have.
Today, I was called to see the Commandant. He struck me, and demanded I thank him.
I refused.
Everything is muddled.
My name is Sparrow.
I will not obey.
