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WET. WET. WET. The soil was muddy and soaked. My boots were squishing beneath mounds of slushy soil. My arms were aching. Beads were falling down from my forehead despite the cool British winter air. My heart stopped when I heard the church bell ring, time for the annual Reaping.

» Posted By Tanrenee On 10.12.2012 @ 8:43 am

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