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Post by Elyse Violett on Oct 13, 2007 18:37:55 GMT
Time: 7.47 am
Elyse was basking in the silence as she sat, oscillating on the rusty old swing set, a myriad web of climbing frames and numerous other contraptions of fun exposing themselves out of the slowly receding morning fog. She had been up since 4 am, unable to sleep, chain smoking, drawing, playing the piano in the hall, nothing satisfied her boredom. Her dorm-mates were sleeping when she left the hostel and she felt completely alone in the park, just her and the occasional goose that padded by, seeking some bread that Elyse was more than ready to feed the bird, after all, it wasn't like she was going to eat her sandwiches. She was in the middle of a weak swing when a figure emerged from the fog....
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