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Word Count: 807
She always belived. She always hoped. She always smiled. She always laughed. She always prayed. That was until the sky turned to gray and pain became her favorite tune. That last day of June.
Word Count: 807
She always belived. She always hoped. She always smiled. She always laughed. She always prayed. That was until the sky turned to gray and pain became her favorite tune. That last day of June.