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2024-10-29 19:42:56"MATT, WHERE ARE WE GOING?" Harlow asked for the millionth time. Deep down, Harlow felt curious; it struck a great need to know where he could take her? He held her hand as he guided her through the depths of the forest. She had lost count of the trees that had pasted them by as they swizzed through the forest.
"You'll see." He said. Harlow couldn't help be feel something ignite inside her, a warm fuzzy feeling she had never really felt before. Matt's secrecy was more alluring than anything she had experienced before.
"You have been saying that for the past hour." She whined.
Harlow couldn't help but notice the fleeting sun; it had begun to set; it was getting late as the sun was beginning to lower, taking its light away from them. She watched as the shadows formed around them, taking distorted shapes.
Laughter caught her attention; Matt's laugh made her refocus her
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