Challenge
When I was younger we would play a writing game. The rules are simple enough, the first person writes part of a story and each person there after picks off where the last person left off. You may write a sentence or paragraphs, it is up to you. Let's see what we can create as a team.
Fourth
She was everything I wasn't. Perfect, in a way. If true perfection could exist, she embodied it. And no matter how hard I tried to be strong, no matter how hard I tried to crush those seeds of hate, they would always come bubbling back up.
Until one day...
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