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The sky is a dull gray as he runs out to the hill, slipping on the snow, his raincoat not enough to keep the damp from his skin. When he reaches the top of the hill and looks behind him he sees his pursuers have fallen back into the trees, waiting. He plunges on into the poppies, struggling through the unexpected spring snow.
» Posted By Fash Darwell On 07.07.2011 @ 6:27 pm