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Submitted to Contest #40
Like a weed wrestling through the undergrowth, he was free of the monotony of everyday life in the middle of nowhere but, like a weed, the past has a nasty habit of showing up at the most inconvenient times; revisiting him in glimpses of memories long-forgotten and the faces of people he wished to not remember, but was unable to forget. The betrayal etched onto their expressions was reminiscent of a carving on a tree, one which remained forever in his mind, as though branded by a hot iron. The past had gripped him with both hands and refused...
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