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[Apr. 7th, 2011|10:21 pm] |
this is probably called fear. |
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| People in the Park |
[Apr. 7th, 2011|11:34 pm] |
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It was Tuesday afternoon when a young woman walked out of the Oncology Centre, she was dressed a bit old-fashioned and strangely lacking colour almost like her clothes had been desaturated. Once out of the gates she hastened her step as if running away from misery and fright of that place. She was shivering with cold, despite the glorious day. This was the warmest April in years and people voluntarily escaped their winter hide-outs and crash the streets, but she felt alone. She walked down the street to the bus stop, then seemed to change her mind, turned round, crossed the street and disappeared between dwelling houses..
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