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The last thing she wanted was to try.
This boy didn't understand.
Of course not.
If you looked up at the darkening heavens.
It was night already.
I never considered her questions.
With a dim half moon,
She looked up,
searching for familiar outlines.
She frowned, it wasn't there.




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