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My lovely ex
I walk through the graveyard, carefully avoiding the flowers on the graves. It’s a yearly trip to keep up appearances. I hated coming here. I sigh stopping at the grave marked William Piller.
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Run! Run! Run!
The sky was crying, the tears made the road slick. Daniel and I look out of our windows watching the clouds dancing with each other—the air heavy in the car. The heat warms our chill bodies.
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the story of bonnie the bunny
The sun shines bright in the sky. Its rays heated the fields, where there was a bunny hopping in the flowers.