the first peddle

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A young man in blue pastel hoodie  plays his base humming a tune with a lit cigarette softly resting between his lips, he sat on top of a hill looking at the beautiful stars he began crying thinking of how he killed tord ("so he thought") tom began walking home feeling a slight burn on his cheek he placed his hand on his cheek pulling a single peddle from it his heart slipped a beat he knew what it was...hanahaki disease ..what a conundrum he thought a tear ran down his cheek and he clenched his fist feeling useless he ran home straight to his room and he began to drink to calm his nerves .
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This is just to get started I hate wrighting beginnings to books never know how to start but I hope you like it  my lovelys😖😖😖

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