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frankie_roberts and
v_bq_mellorsIt was just past dusk, where the soft hues of purples bled into pink and painted the skies; Oliver stared out his window at the setting sun, wondering for just a second what it would feel like to sit on a beach and watch the fiery orb descend. In town, it would be alive, full of people and laughter, of noise and parties and
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