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No, not laughter. Nor my birthday party, nor my first time on a bike. These aren't the things that come to my mind. It's the grass. The grass in the front yard was so green. That's the one thing I truly remember. I remember laying in my favorite little patch of earth, a six-year-old girl with long legs and wild hair. I remember plotting, dreaming, writing, playing, crying... through sun, rain, and moonlight. Through the darkest of nights and the hottest of days I would stand on the grass and dance like
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hahahahahaUNIVERSITY!!!
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