A lone snowflake clung to her eyelash as she gazed across her hometown, the buildings just brushing against the starry sky above.
From her perch in the towering pine tree, she could see the Eiffel Tower twinkling in the distance, and the rows of cars racing through the streets of Paris.
She pondered leaving this place with her family the next day, this wonderful, beautiful place she had spent her whole life in. Thought of moving to Texas to be with relatives since their grandfather had died the past week.
She hated this thought.

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