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Thirteen

It is a Monday evening and a lovely one. The sun is setting amidst the bright, gold clouds and its influence spreads amongst them like shiny pigments of beautiful rays. The wind is calm and soft as though the previous day had not brought stormy and terrifying weather with roaring thunderbolts and chilling, brightened light quakes.
Sophie and Laurel are walking down the road back home from school. The school is only a few streets away and since the car is still undergoing maintenance and repairs, Sophie had opted to pick Laurel rather than waiting for Michael to drive back from the farm.
She had worn faded blue jeans and a transparent top with a jacket to give her some modesty. Sophie is always conscious of what she exposes to people and although everybody knows and loves them, one can only be careful enough not to be
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