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River's We MissMonday, March 9, 2015. Where I am right now is outside, laying on my back, looking up at the stars. The concrete below is whispering cold shivers through my plain grey hoodie. Britta lies next to me and points up towards the sky with her index finger. This is Orion's ********." Britta says. A cold stream of steam softly falls out of her mouth. Britta traces her index finger from the right, and then to the left and says, "Over here." She says " This is Athena.". Just bear with me." Britta says. Nope" Brit...
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