Maybe it's because I was too early to get there. Maybe too late. I should have taken a train. A bus would've taken me there faster. It doesn't matter what they think anyways. They'd never believe my story. Maybe I should just let the ground do the walking for me.
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Clara
FanfictionNew beginnings are fresh like freshly washed linen sheets in the wind drying. Though it is beautiful, you can't always tell if the breeze was just an early sign of a storm. Especially if you're the type to not watch the news. Alarm clocks at 6:00 am...
