the sound of running water and different small conversations ring out in the cool nighttime breeze. The springs spilt into two, segregating men from the women. But, you’ve tuned out every other noise as your eyes are glued to the trees, which are engulfed by darkness. You try to relax, but you could have sworn that you just saw something that looked like a man… with a mask on his face… in the shape of a hand? (You continue the story…)
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