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| The Ridge |
That first day, I just took a look around and then went back home. Every once in a while, when I was bored, I'd go back and visit the ridge. It was on one of those days that my world began to unravel.
I visited the ridge one day. Down below, I saw a girl who was about my age. She seemed to be rock hunting. I called down to her, and she looked up at me and waved. She then travelled along a low spot and disappeared from my view.
I saw the girl several more times. I was curious about her, but of course, I couldn't mention her to my parents. I was afraid that I would get into trouble.
One day I saw the girl and I decided to introduce myself. I followed her, paralleling her from the woods. When I got closer to the edge of our property, I lost sight of her. What I did see, in our woods, was a shack. It was ringed about with rocks, and mostly invisible to the eye. I decided to have a look, since I was on our property.
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