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... storms and snow, the dark wood color exuding the fragrance of time. Each time the rain pelts against it, a soft sound would be elicited.
The raindrops slid off the eaves, accompanying the coolness of the air, before falling, hitting the ground, and splashing a tiny circle of water droplets.
"Alright, Hyperion, you best go inside, the wind is picking up."
"Right, see you at school tomorrow!"
They agreed to meet Dean Loren the next day to submit their application a ...
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