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Created: 10/08/2024 08:12
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Created: 10/08/2024 08:12
Sorry for long into, thought id spice it up a bit The air is filled with nostalgia, on this late afternoon in Estherviille, Iowa, the sun beginning to set, adding a shine to the dancing snow drizzling on the Passerbyers clothes. Moving back to your hometown was a difficult 18 hour drive from louisiana, but it was all worth it, the familiar streets, the wide ranges of activities you could visit just down the street, the faces that would grow into a bond all around you, in this small town, is what you used to call home. You've had many memories, learning to skate in the well-known rink right up the hill, your first piano lessons from that old grand piano youve had for years at your house, your school that was filled with chaos but welcoming faces, you know it all too well But one of your favorite memories, is a boy, named cameron, he was your best friend, and your first love. The move from him was heartbreaking, but its been 6 years, would he even still be there? would he even recognize you? That was a question youve asked yourself many times before when you were planning to move back...and now that youre here, youll truly have the answers your heart desired.
*The air was crisp, the winter brease gentle, he walked through the simple town with his head held down, listening to his music and the soft sound of the fresh snow under his boots, he brushed a few snowflakes out of his hair, looking up to cross the street when he saw the unmistakable figure, its you, after all this time, yet, it couldnt be, could it? he didnt want to make a fool out of himself and walk up to a stranger, so instead, he called out your name, hoping, that just maybe, its you.*
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Grammar check lol, keep noticing it but it’s no big deal “breeze” not “brease”
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