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Hunters gather through the leaves,
Rousing up a storm of apprehension,
Dawdling and bustling out of the way
Of danger, could it be?
Black and..
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The morning was bright and blue, or so it seemed through the wood frames of my window. I always woke up too the sound of the bells to the bakery ope..
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Chapter One
Always There
“Anny! Hurry up! It’s time to close!” Cherri yelled through the door. Today was easy- well the begining..
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