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Morning, 9:30 AM
I just had breakfast, and slipped into my usual long-sleeved black-and-white striped "Mime" shirt, as my mom calls it. I wear some slightly torn black jeans, and a puffy, bright blue vest. It sort of looks like a life-vest. My long, almost white-blond hair falls down my back and stops just above the small of my back. One side of my bangs are held up by a worn pin, black and white confuse-you trick stripes. I'll sketch a picture of me later. Slipping into my sketch skull shoes, I grab my cat-ears hat and head outside. Mom isn't awake yet, so I don't have to worry about it. She's Narcoleptic, so I imagine she's out cold in her bed. I carefully slink around the skillfully cut hedges and slide past the ivy gardens, and all the various fountains. I make my way into the forest. Immediately, I feel as though i'm being watched again. Shaking it off, I venture into the beckoning woods.
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