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I wish I hadn't left.
#WritcoStoryPrompt38
The two girls jumped over the hopscotch they had drawn on the curb with white chalk. It was their favourite game and they would be at it for hours. They were playing with happy without any thinking of lose or win, they just doing something they love, cast down all world noise behind their back. The quarrel grow louder, fastly the laughs can hear.
A pure hearts not carry hatred.
The pretty moments not continues, life steals it.
a sound far "come its time for leave" "I will come back soon" one of girls said to the other. There under the raining sky was the blend chalk on the curb. no one came back. The accumulation of dust for periods helped the plant grow, change the place completely, change every thing. I wish I hadn't left.
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The two girls jumped over the hopscotch they had drawn on the curb with white chalk. It was their favourite game and they would be at it for hours. They were playing with happy without any thinking of lose or win, they just doing something they love, cast down all world noise behind their back. The quarrel grow louder, fastly the laughs can hear.
A pure hearts not carry hatred.
The pretty moments not continues, life steals it.
a sound far "come its time for leave" "I will come back soon" one of girls said to the other. There under the raining sky was the blend chalk on the curb. no one came back. The accumulation of dust for periods helped the plant grow, change the place completely, change every thing. I wish I hadn't left.
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