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[Jan. 6th, 2005|12:51 pm]
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[declension]
Sharp sounds of grass crunching underfoot like gravel. He took her by the hand; she was apprehensive, a little daunted. Staring up at the old rusted fence. He bent to pick her up and she giggled at this touch. Night was coming down slowly; the only illumination was from car headlights, rare on this road. Above them, a large signpost with the interior completely gone. “What was this place?” she murmured, as he hoisted her to the top of the fence and she began her climb.
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