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Short Story Number One Thousand Two Hundred and fourteen
We finally get to the top of the hill and we look at all those stars hovering in the sky. And then we do nothing but stand there and my insides start to feel calm and soft and all that worry in my head falls away into a place that I can’t see or reach. We stand there for hours.
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