swing sets

swing sets

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"the last time I played on a swing set, I fell off and scratched up my face. after that my parents started arguing more and more and now, I came back to escape from the trouble I've caused by falling in the first place."
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I did not know how long exactly had passed, but finally I opened my eyes. I was lying in my own room, in the house which I bought myself. What exactly had happened? Was I dead? My head hurt, but I ignored it and sat up. I rubbed my forehead, and that was when I realized the scar on my finger. I got it when I was cooking with John and Edward, as I accidentally sliced my finger majorly once. It all seemed like a nightmare, with what happened with the twins, but this scar proved that they were all true. And I realized my clothes were soaking wet, just like how they were before my leap— So I did not die and ended up in my own house? What was happening? I looked at my bedside clock, and saw that the date was two years ago. And today was the day when I first met the twins, I could clearly remember that. Looked like I had been transferred to the past.

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