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The oak trees shook as the tornado hit the ground, ripping the land to shreds as it roared to life. The various building in its path were tossed haphazardly, as the tree's were ripped from their century long perch and tossed hundreds of miles away, where they would rot and help new life grow-- Life created by the seed that stuck to their long, web-like branches.
The oak tree's shook as the tornado hit the ground, ripping the land to shreds as it roared to life. The various building in its path were tossed haphazardly, as the tree's were ripped from their century long perch and tossed hundreds of miles away, where they would rot and help new life grow-- Life created by the seed that stuck to their long, web-like branches.
The boy frowned as he cried, tears streaming down his face as he put his head down, lest someone see his tears. He didn't know why he remembered, he just did, and there was nothing he could do to stop the tears from flowing every time he did.
The girl sighed as the broom flew across the area, knocking into the wall before quickly falling, clattering against the hardwood floor. She had been trying to use her magic to sweep the dust off the floor, but, just as usual, her magic seemed to have a mind of its own and, with a final attempt at sweeping with her magic, she knew she had more work to do now than she had when she begrudgingly started.
"Why did I accept to do this again?" She said aloud as she walked over and picked up the broom.
"Oh, yeah." She said with a sigh and a roll of her eyes, "Mary went and guilt tripped me to do this for the entire week."
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