Joel began to tire, he ran, and ran and then began to slow down and each leap became a step, and each step became a crawl. He was done. He stood in the middle of the woods and looked around. All he could see was fog. No trees, no shore, no streetlights and no night sky. Simply fog.
Joel began to tire, he ran, and ran and then began to slow down and each leap became a step, and each step became a crawl. He was done. He stood in the middle of the woods and looked around. All he could see was fog. No trees, no shore, no streetlights and no night sky. Simply fog.
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