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socks5's intro to story
Here is the beginning to a short story:
Once, a girl shoveled the path to her house. The white sky above fleeced with clouds and the cool, still air made it seem utterly boring work. But she knew that it was her duty. Or something like that. Her father would scowl and then send her out to shovel after she woke up late. You sleep in way to late! Her father would say. So she shoveled to avoid his wrath. The dirt underneath the snow scraped in it's hardness, and every once in a while was picked up by the old shovel. Looking up, she noticed that the boy next door was staring out his window at her. Upon her glance, the boy quickly turned around, and began typing on his computer. Weird, creepy neighbors! the girl thought and then continued to shovel.
Shoveling! On this day! On any normal day, the girl would not have minded much more than a small groan or two, because she would know it was her duty, but today was no ordinary day. It was Summers End Day!
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