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Submitted to Contest #74
Across the tarmac, or beside it, I walked. I was crying...laughing too. Someone had been gripping my cloak, I shook them off. Ouch— If it wasn't for the sharp ringing sound to my ear the next second, and the blurry cat's cradle my hands were playing, I would've never yelled a loud 'moteh-' and swung, throwing my head ahead. Day in, day out, night in, night out, they all went out. Yet, somehow, against my will, I was slammed against something cold, chilling. I cried, again. A hand like hers brushed me, fleecy. Or gripped me, I could...
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