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Sitting in my small room, I stare out my dirty, cracked window. The sky is a light dank, dirty grey and large fluffs of white fall lightly down. All around me things are hushed, quiet. The trees out side of this run down abode are slowly turning from dark, bold shapes to an out of focus kind of blur. Nothing distinctive shows, nothing happy
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It was kinda blah yesterday and that opening introduction of a story just came to me. What I'm going to do with it... who knows. Probably nothing but at least I got it down.
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