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Real World Narrative

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A sharp, brisk wave of cold air comes passes over me as I look around me and see death surrounding me. The trees are exposed and lifeless, and the only sound present is the passing cars with trails of dark exhaust. There are shadows of past summers that have passed filled with fun and enjoyment, but they get fainter each day. The winter has taken all of my enjoyment and happiness and thrust it into a cold, bitter wasteland. My hope of someday escaping this nightmare is extinguished by each snow fall. But there remains one last refuge for my happiness, spring break. It seems like it gets further and further away with each dreadful morning I have I have lo face the real world. But finally, the day comes and life returns to this planet. Children

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