growing up

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1 year passed. Neon took care of me like most older brothers should. Me and neon grazed on an thick-grassed field. I saw a tiny blaze in the distants. Thin smoke loomed the fields. Scar? Asked neon I smell smoke and what the I smell humans!! Neon exclaimed. I'll be OK I assured him. No scar I will protect you neon nieghed with hope. Whatever jock I laughed.

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