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Slowly walking through the damp grass, eyeing an area with wooden tables with benches, over a timbered roof. He called the Tobacco Shack.
Stepping closer with each converse toward, she ran her fingers upon the wooden table turning around to face a vacant open space of grass. Memory flashed through her mind, as she pulled out a hacky-sack from her book bag.
Matthew and her used to always hack in that area. Squishing the hacky sack in between her palms.
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