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- Parts 1
- Time <5 mins
Complete, First published Aug 31, 2014
He stood there, motionless, in the pouring rain. His dark brown hair soaking wet. Rain was dripping from his dark grey sweatshirt onto his red sneakers. His deep brown eyes were fixed on the name on that stone. Her stone. One of the many in that graveyard.All Rights Reserved
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