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Post by aquillies on Jul 21, 2008 16:01:35 GMT -5
The Brenton country bus slowly rolled to a stop, as the breaks squealed and the exhaust let out a cloud of smoke. The old doory slowly slid open to allow travelers to enter or exit the bus. Kyle Reed slowly stepped down onto the cement below. Pulling his jacket tightly, his hair swaying gently in a soft breeze. He smiled as he stepped up onto the sidewalk "Just a simple day" he said softly to himself as he began to walk. Just as the bus doors closed and letting out another large amount of smoke the bus began its trip to its next location.
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Post by aquillies on Jul 23, 2008 3:31:18 GMT -5
Kyle stopped for a moment as he found himself next to one of the neighborhood parks. He looks out the grounds watching the children run and play. It brought a warm feeling to his heart. He smiled softly as he continued down the path. He was on his way home from a day at the mall, where he just went to observe. He found himself doing this quite often, as he did his best to understand different people. As he tried to read them and solve them like puzzles. Something he found he was quite good at.
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