I sigh as I hear the crunching of leaves under your bare feet. Sneaking out again, as usual. I quietly follow you from a distance. It was a clear sky tonight. I knew you would head for the lake. Sure enough, you did. I watch from the shore as you swim, looking up at the stars with a wistful gaze. You know you shouldn't be out here this late. You'll catch your death from theat freezing water. I groan as I light a cigarette.
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