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A Toy
Posted by supersparkl3
The wind seemed to be in a hurry as she raged past me towards something that made the mistake of catching her attention. However, once she’d inspected it I felt my hair dancing like a dying flame and realized that Id made that fateful mistake as well. Goosebumps riddled my exposed arms and legs that has the audacity to face her in a battle of endurance. The unstoppable force seemed to have met the immovable object. She raged, trying to take me to Neverland almost like a mermaid. I tensed and my muscles, like good soldiers, obeyed and dug in, keeping me where I stood. I exhaled and hoped that I would soon be rescued from Wind’s wrath and overwhelming power. A moment later, sure as the sunrise, my saviour slowly and clumsily came around the corner and scooped me up; shielding me from the rage of the winds if only for an hour.
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