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- The wind wailed, as if the sky was breaking apart. Amidst endless hardships and tests, in that world, as we wanted it to be, as we thought it would be. Did not happen. However. We held hands again; The six of us together all on both feet, so no one would fall. We got ready to run once again. Young Wild and Free. In the end the world is made up of our stories.
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