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FreaksFreaks by wingedhatchling
The day was peaceful, the breeze felt wonderful upon Loss's skin and the berries were sweet to her tongue. The young girl felt a rare sense of blissful contentedness among the berry-bushes. She let the feeling take over her senses, and attempted to push back her memories from half-an-hour before. After all, why let the unpleasant memories of sharp pain and bruising skin ruin the moment? The girl shook her head to throw the memory out and continued feeling her way down rows of blue-berry bushes.
As she walked she considered the horrible stories her aunt and cousins were always telling her about the forest. She snickered at the thought of a monster in the forest, after all how could something dreadful live in a place that smelled so sweet, had the wonderful chorus of birds chirping, contained the taste of berries, and gave her the soft touch of speckled sunlight through such soft leaves? The stories they had told her must have been simply to keep her awake at night and to make her fear t
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