Fiction Reading
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EnglishVoice Age
Young Adult (18-35)Accents
North American (General)Transcript
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She had hiked the area with her father a few years ago. I had never seen this hill before. She would have remembered. So, so beautiful. She turned, taking the view in and found things. Mhm. He rested beneath an old plum tree wide elbows. Apparently he lay on his side on a blue and yellow patchwork, talking quiet. The woman beside seen, he yelled at the site of lyra, something like she was younger they both were, and her hair looked lighter, not as long. She wore a part of it pinned back in a silver cliff and the rest curled freely about her shoulder instead of black pants. She wore modest white sundress that felt her ankle and had no sleep. Long. Golden locket hung about her. The chain appears. So see any fear. The very Breezewood snap its length like the name before. This letter didn't seem to notice CN. He stared at them. Something cold, cheap, pricking her heart. She reminded herself, this was another memory, another piece of goodness nestled in the first chamber of Mains heart libra, she whispered. She traded up the hill until she could get a clear shot of things. His bright eyes that almost diesel. I want. Please change those eyes. Seeing you saw love in those eyes, adoration, Black, surrender. You love