The walk

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Its one of those beautiful mornings when the dew sits on top of the flowers.

I sigh. I walk out side and breathe in the morning air. I decide to go for a walk. I leave a note telling my perents where I went.

I walk a little while. Thats when I come across the forest. It's lush and green. I hear someone crying. Its a loud and hurt cry. I rush into the tangle of leaves and follow the sound.

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