Wrong.

Wrong.

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All she can do is watch. Watch as that place she used to call home fall apart, watch as the ground, the solid ground that she'd jump, run, and scream on as a child open and swallow her old house whole. It's crazy, isn't it? How could something crumble so fast without anyone being able to stop it? How could they stop it? How could they stop it? Her pink-ish white hair flows as the wind attacks everything in sight. Unusually, it's not the normal, soft wind that'd just blow your hair, no. The wind was genuinely attacking her. She felt like she could fly away any second. But as she looked to her left, right where the wind was coming from, she couldn't help but run. It's as if her feet were moving on their own. She ran, ran, and ran.
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