The wind blew, whipping her hair that she had brushed and straighten. She let out a puff of air and continued on with her day.
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Short StoryMy fear. My worst nightmare. This is the only way to get it out. If not. Then this is my life.
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The wind blew, whipping her hair that she had brushed and straighten. She let out a puff of air and continued on with her day.
