Danger
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Last published Fri, Jun 5, 2015
danger- [deyn-jer} liability or exposure to harm or injury
"I hope you know what you're getting yer' self into girlie" Ms. June spoke. I nodded and slung my green backpack over my shoulder opening the door I had touched so many times before. I stepped on the porch looking over my shoulder to see Ms. June smiling sadly at me, I returned the smile and turned back around facing the wooded area. Inhaling I made my way down the creaky steps facing the mystery of adventure in front of me wondering , will I ever step foot in this small town of Atchen again?
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