Lonely road Pitch black, the night, swirling around me as I walked. Her smiling face, laughing as she skipped and giggled, her auburn hair flashing under orange light. Trees lied the path ahead, before a
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Lonely road Pitch black, the night, swirling around me as I walked. Her smiling face, laughing as she skipped and giggled, her auburn hair flashing under orange light. Trees lied the path ahead, before a
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