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Old man prayed, it seemed.

At a closer glance, he spoke to himself, pulling hair, as if a pulling a memory into his palm. After so many years, it hurt to remember.


"Come on!" beckoned Jane, as she ran towards the brick wall, jumping over roots at the edge of a forest.

"Slow down!" whined Nate, trying his best to keep up.

The air smelled of blooming spring, trapped on a floating droplet of water after rain. The sky radiated. He would be scared to look at the blue now.

He trailed behind the two of them, carefully stepping over fallen branches not to fall. Step by step, the wall became huge, at least twice as tall as him. He tried to peer over by sound, but all that could be heard were giggles of his two classmates.

Trees looked sadder now. The branches were definitely not hanging as low then. Or maybe it was just the weather.

"Terry, where you at?" hollered Nathaniel.

He groaned, and turned the corner. Jane was mesmerized by the door, the wrinkles around her piercing green eyes couldn't lie. Nat waved him over.

"I can't believe we're actually doing it!"

"Oh yeah?", he replied, trying to sound invested.

"What? Are you scared?"

"No, but my mom wouldn't like this."

"My mom caught my brother smoking here once," chirped Jane. "She was not happy about that at all. They screamed at him all night."

"My mom says brick fall on people's heads here, but I think she doesn't want me going here because of him."

They fell silent.

Nate faced the wall. "Should we go in then?"

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