Pink Clouds and Gravestones - short story
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"The girl was waiting for me, sitting on the swing as always. She jumped down and took me by the hand dragging me along to an unknown place."
A short story about a little girl that moves to another town, there, on a playground not far from her house, she makes a new friend, a mysterious pale girl sitting on a swing.
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