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my hands dip into the freezing water as i watch the sky swirls into different hues. the sun almost set and mother told me to go back early, but i didn't want to.

i'm twenty-six, i'm an adult. she should stop treating me as if i was eight.

my brown curls slightly sway in the cold wind, and i shiver.

as i was about to leave, i see a small... tail?

was that...? nevermind. i stand and walk back home.

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