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  • Writer's pictureSophie

Day 67

I'm not sure what inspired me to write this, but I may continue it later on.

South Carolina was slow, so slow that if you asked Lila Douglas to recount the events of the past week as she always did, she’d answer, “Nothing.” May was far too engaged in reading books or playing chess with her father to recount the events. Rosie probably would get bored too quickly of the conversation and go off into her dreamland before you could start talking again. The sisters were nothing alike in personality or looks at all. They all stood out distinctively in their tiny town near the coast. Despite their differences, they were always together, like three stars in the hazy sky.

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