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A night with Rowen : Part one
I was roaming in our backyard. I was feeling much better than the packhouse. The smell of night lilies had calmed down my overthinking mind. As soon as I breathed fresh air, all the traces of metallic air. After staying there for a while, I started going back to the pack. Then I looked at a small room at the exit of the backyard. My eyes lowered, and I tried to remember which place was. It had a small wooden door with no lock. Perhaps there wasn't anything valuable inside it. I opened the door and suddenly everything flashed like a movie scene appeared before my eyes. "Mom... My horse is a broken mom.." I was crying while sitting in the corner playing with my toys, a wooden horse and colourful rings. I approached Mom, realising she was too busy to listen to my cries. "Mom.. see my h
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