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Old and brown, shriveled and withered. The old willow tree stood short, a remnant of what once was. Days of old, days of nature, love and unity. The lake reflecting the abuse the tree had taken- smaller than ever and host to few creatures.
I could never repay them. I'll probably never see them again. But without them, I wouldn't be alive today. They did something for me that I would never expect, and I swear someday I'll find a way to make it up to them.
Sitting on stoops all night, living the dream. Marco was wondering just who he was. Other people seemed to know, but for some reason in the 23 years of his life he still was unable to figure it out. He knew he was good for something. His family was strong. He knew he was destined for something, but what?
Shiny coat, big brown eyes and a winning smile; he was a handsome boy. Alice loved dogs but Tank was something special, the kind of dog you wanna wrap your arms around a cuddle, even spend the rest of your life with. That kind of smile.
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