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Roylsden #63


Bewildered and panicking, I was suddenly running and the town sped past me. My legs hammered and my feet pounded, everyone hated me and now even Clint hated me and somehow the town was now far away and still I ran. Eventually I threw myself down beside a small stream where me and Clint used to meet.
Why would Clint think I killed?
Why'd he think I would believe he could kill?
Still sobbing loudly, my fists pummelled at the shallow stream. My blood and tears were quickly carried away in the flowing water, almost as if they'd never existed.

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