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She turned towards the crystal splashes. Her mind was like the river, vast yet disturbed. Laura was simply dressed for the day, maroon, brown and dark green squares patterned all over her cottony dress. Sitting below the red-dyed tree, she weaves a pastel green shawl two and a half arms long. Winter is striking its way into town so she has to gear up.
She mumbles a song.
Suddenly, she felt irritated. She's pretty sure grasses were in no trick of prickling her at the moment. She turned around.
There.
Beyond the garden of dandelions, prickly eyes were watching her.
Two women sneaking words to each other whilst their eyes are needling through Laura's skin.
The scene beholds no lie that the two were the outlaws of gossip.
"They should have worn masks." Laura whispered.
She was not alarmed nor frightened.
She just continued on with the knitting and singing without having to marry fear.
"They judge with their eyes open."
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Laura
Teen Fiction“Save me! Please!” she screams as the fire claims her skin and caresses her body.
