The air was nice and crisp, a sign that fall was drawing to a close while the white of winter steadily approached. The sun had just began to set, giving the sky a warm glow that can only be truly appreciated as you quietly lay beneath it. It would be like any other day, albeit quieter, more tranquil than in the past-- that is, until a voice rang
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