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People just drifted away like fine grains of sand on an autumn breeze.
He sounded annoyed, but Steve always sounded that way. It’s just who he was. In other circumstances, they would never have been friends, but when you’re one of only four teenagers in town, you learn to tolerate people.
She didn’t want to be one of those idiots in a horror film who’re always twisting their ankles when they’re running from the killer.
How much could one person cry?
