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...passerby. Her hands were small, with uneven nails that she casually nibbled on. The tang of berry in her mouth forced her to look down at her stained palm, and she viewed it with distaste. “I hate berries,” she thought to herself. “I’m probably sitting on some now.” But yet, she remained against the berry tree, and instead turned her eyes (or eye, since the wind had blown her hair in her face) to...
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