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"...back"
you mumbled.
i couldn't hear it clearly.

"what?"
i asked. 
you looked down to the fallen leaves.

your eyes glimmered again.
but not the kind of glimmer i knew.

"...you ...back"
you mumbled.

"what is it, thorn?"
i was scared.
frightened.
panicked.

it felt bitter.

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