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Angela stepped out of the forest and stretched her arms out in the unobstructed sunlight. She walked eagerly towards the tall buildings of the city. As she walked into the city, she saw a girl talking to dog with a boy next to it. The girl was leaning towards the dog, who watching her as if it understood what she was saying. Angela was excited; she wanted to try communicating with the dog! She approached, interrupting the girl. [color=8882be]"Hi! I'm Angela. I noticed you have a dog there. Can I pet it?"[/color]

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James walked around edge of the city back home, not wanting to be around people. He thought about the boy in the red shirt, wondering what those empty blue eyes had seen, what could have sucked the life out of them. He turned down the outermost street of the city, the one nearest to the forest, and walked down the block to his house. Absent-minded, he walked up the porch steps and into the house. It was empty; Joanna was still at work. He took off his shoes in silence. There was still a lot of day left to kill. He went to the living room and plopped himself down on the maroon couch, the day still too bright to turn on the lights. He took out his guitar and briefly warmed up with a deceptive cadence. Blue eyes. He began plucking in a four-chord minor progression, playing only two notes in each chord to create a feeble and simple, yet harmonic sound.