Literature
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Chapter Eight
Arthur's POV 6
The End.
The night air was cool and the sky was dark. I didn't care much for the music they were playing, it didn't suit my tastes. Or maybe my mind was just too occupied. As soon as we arrived, Francis ran off in search for Toni, and I was left to wonder on my own, through the crowds of people, groupings of families picnicing in the grass; fists jammed in my pockets, I finally found my way under an uninhabited tree, and sat down on one of the raised roots, my knee lifted towards my chest, hands folded around my shin.
Everyone was celebrating and joyous for the uplifting concert again. I could've ea
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