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verything was okay. She was already so stretched thin, why wouldn't he just let her go!"Here, here, all yours!" She twisted her body, her slippery form slithering out of his arms like an eel. She sla...ill in the air. The north wind picked up a few yellow autumn leaves and sent them swirling into the water stream. They drifted lazily, creating ripples that added a touch of poetic beauty to the bleak...