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  • Writer's pictureSophie

Day 51

Here's the backstory I came up with about a house I drove past today.

The house was beautiful, made of stone, with a white picket fence guarding the lawn. Perhaps the most beautiful thing of all was the view since the house was the furthest house to the top of the hill. The sunset glittered and gleamed in berry hues that Lola had never seen before in all the places she had lived. Suddenly, she remembered for the first time that day that she hadn’t told her parents where she was going. They must’ve been worried sick, her mother couldn’t afford to spiral much more at this point in her life. Regardless of how her parents may have felt, she walked into the stone house with the beautiful view and the picket fence.

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