It's not just the start, the entrance you could make a turn from any point on and it's all you make a left and say now you feel or turn a right and find it's harder alone. She shot at the corner of the bench ready to go off and running. Things were almost as if to blend into itself as the background. Something wasn't adding up. She could feel it but just couldn't put her finger on it. The wind was hissing bluntly letting her disdain known loud and clear she thought that it was her fault.
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