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He plugged his earbuds in and blocked out the world. Observed every single detail in the old trees as he walked on the crunching leaves. It's as though his heart fluttered. It's as if his smile glided on water.
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This is a cheesy story! My bad but it's fun to write once a new song has caught my attention! I hope you enjoy!
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