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shatterverse2009-11-04 03:22 pm
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Somewhere in New York, there is a gravestone. A five-foot-tall boulder, roughly square and about three feet wide on every side, but lumpy and uneven. The word RENEE is gouged into the flattest side.
Today, there is a girl sitting on top of it with her knees drawn up to her chest and a canvas bag perched beside her. Every so often, she takes an apple out of the bag, eats it, and tosses the core onto the rubble-covered ground.
Today, there is a girl sitting on top of it with her knees drawn up to her chest and a canvas bag perched beside her. Every so often, she takes an apple out of the bag, eats it, and tosses the core onto the rubble-covered ground.