One Voice, One Goal
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Última publicación lun, jun 17, 2019
{ON HOLD}
I ran down the field, and hear someone calling my name.
"Avalon, Avalon, Avalon." I ran faster, and faster.
The other team was catching up to me, but I remember one thing. River told me to make it. I was listening back on the song I sang him, with him casually joining in here and there.
Suddenly, someone tripped me, and I fell. My vision started getting blurry. The last thing I saw was River running towards me, and the crowd gasping.
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