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The crickets echoed a rythmic call around the picnic table.  He laid on the bench end while she sprawled atop the table, both with faces peering toward the summer night sky.  The wanning moon sat across the field and seemed to usher a breeze through the tall grass.
"It's so peacful tonight." she said softly.  His right hand fell down from the bench

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[katcatpsc]

yay for committing it to history... why not add the others?