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... around the vicinity. Fires caused by her lightning fortunately were not able to catch onto other forestry and snuffed themselves out.
She was kneeled in the grass, with Ben’s head on the ground staring up. "Can’t you breathe the fresh air? Don’t you feel the soft grass?" her hand idly caressed through greenery.
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"The brain’s a fickle thing man... It’ll believe what it’ll wanna believe," he parted his lips and watched the sky. "That said, it’s not like I can ...
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