The Dream
We'd been walking through the forest for about half an hour already. I looked down at my feet crunching slightly on the dry soil and golden-brown leaves beneath my black Converse. We were on a path, just the two of us since we'd gotten separated from a group, holding hands but a little to shy to properly look at each other. He was walking
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But the writing style is good, really good, if a little bit chilche at some points. All round though, it works.
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