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James POV
They sat on the porch. I could hear a small voice. It was sad and painful. They sniffed a lot. Making me assume they were crying. I sat and stared. The street light shining down on their dark black hair. It was short. Their face was blocked but for the most part. But I could tell they were beautiful.

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