Seemingly Perfect
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Complete Sat, Dec 25, 20215m
It's a sunny day outside. It's a wonderful day, really. It all seems so perfect.
And I just can't shake the feeling there's something wrong.
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This is a class assignment that turned out rather well and decided to share.
This same story is shared by me on A03 under a different pseud/username in case anyone found that first (which I doubt).
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