Part thirty four

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I hate this and didn't know how to end it so I'm sorry.

Wind softly whispers secrets into my ears while I walk through the desolate forest alone. Twigs snap against my footing breaking the silence that surrounds me, it's comforting I don't want it to end. Trees greet me as I pass sending a small smile at me as the cold nips at my bones sending small shivers on their way.

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