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I guess ill roleplay by myself.. I feel like writing anyway..
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I hadn't quite grown used to the cold yet. Winter was easing its way into the mind of summer.
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I would often look ahead at the plains that surrounded my house and be reminded that fall was leaving too.
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Remembering summer was like remembering your birth. I couldn't remember when I last saw true green grass.
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When the bees buzzed, when the flowers sprung, when cold water sweat, when the wind was warm.
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It was almost as if I had faced an illusion and summer never existed to begin with.
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A knock at the door broke my train of thought however, and i looked over my shoulder to spot my Grandma.
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"Sweetie, the sun is low. Its best you come in now. Supper is almost ready." she spoke.
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"Whatever." I nearly grumbled, standing myself up off the wooden porch steps.
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My grandma was a sweet, old lady. Couldn't bring harm to a fly if she truly tried.
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I had nothing against her besides the fact she let my parents abandon me.
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They left me at thirteen, about four ears ago, and she didn't fight one time to let me stay with them.
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She often acts like the event never happened and avoids the topic. She knows where the stay, but never tells.
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The most flustering thing of all is that she agreed with them on everything.
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what am i even doing... this isnt wq... no ones going to magically pop in and be interested...
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