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Laying on top of the warm bricks of the baking roof, it's a tipical Californian day.
A warm breeze felt on the skin of the two girls staring into the night sky. Nothing changes the stars.
It's dead silence untill it's broken by the blonde girl, Amber.
" My house is so cold."
" My house is always heated." the brunette awnsers.
Never has such simple sentences ment such broken stories.
At that moment.
It began.
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