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Koala has dreamt of her life Before the kidnapping: an island she barely remembers, people she barely remembers, a normalcy she wishes desperately she still remembers. She's not on an island right now, nor with people she knows, nor living a life anywhere close to normal.
It's okay, she thinks, to not remember where she used to be from; when she sleeps at night, she dreams of a boat rocking on the waves, of fishmen cheering and laughing with her, of adventures and new experiences and wonder, and she smiles, because it feels like home.