Graduation

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(Pastel paints POV)

It was graduation and I was exited. we got are diplomas and we walked out of the school building. "Wheat seed! wanna move in to my place?" I ask him full of hope. "Oh course, I would love to, I thought you would never ask." O smiled and we walked off to my place, hand in hand. I helped him get his stuff ready and we loved together, having so much fun and having party's here and there. We settled down and got married and hade a kid named, Rythum Writer. She was like me, reading minds, the tail and having the time of her life, until one day, when her life went to a nightmare.

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