Anne had begun inquiring, over the past several years, as to why the sky turned perpetually blacker each day. Furthermore-not just in the winter-but in the summer it still held the same greasy mist that hazed the air, and still blocked a full inhale from satisfying the body. She was noticing her surroundings, as young girls do, and she saw that it
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(sorry mike, your writing just moved me so much i had to respond)
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don't i sound smart too? heh [:
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anyway, stumbled on this somehow, mind if i add you?
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peace up, holla at ya boy if u gots a clue as to who i be.
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