Engine's running. Sun glints off frame. She smiles.
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Cleat's hook mud, fingers tangle cooled grass, the world somersaults.
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The echo bounces back the girl alone, holding her teddy.
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Strawberry juice, running down my chin, mingles with tears.
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Lucy turns as I've always wanted her to, until today.
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Prize winning garden overgrown, broken windows.