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The rocks pushed against his feet but he kept walking
The river tried to trip him but he kept walking
The bugs tried to bite him but he kept walking
However, when she called out to him, he finally decided to stop.
That's what he wanted. The poignant satisfaction. It feels like a prick in the back of your mind and an icy hot chill goes through your body as you hit the mark. That's all he wanted, he wanted it all to go perfectly correct, according to plan.
What is past is gone, now we journey on. That's what they told her, over and over. Just go. It didn't matter that it was a lyric from Les Miserables, it was her mantra. The voices inside her head told her to go and go and go and go. And go she did.
Keen. That mean's smart, sharp, clever. I guess I'm keen, I'm pretty smart. I'm lucky I am, there are kids my age who can't read. Kids my age who would be afraid if they saw a computer. I am lucky I am keen, even in the slightest bit.