On the Run

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           I had escaped. Nothing was stopping me now. One Ostrich, facing the world. I heard a blaring noise in the distance, it kept getting louder and louder. The noise was unbearable. Naturally, I started running away from the noise. The noise never seemed to go away, like it was following me. I was sprinting now, running from the sound. I ran into some grass where the sound couldn't catch me. I felt some kind of bond to something, someone. I pushed that thought aside, and tried to hide in a house structure in a yard. The noise got louder, and then faded. When the noise was gone, I made my next move. To follow the bond.

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