A blue and silver blue plummets to the earth. The blur crashes to the snow-covered ground below, barely making a sound. Slowly, she gets up and brushes the snowflakes off herself. She glances around. No one saw that? She smirks a little bit to herself. Suddenly, she remembers why she’s here. With a small feeling of betrayal, she looks to the sky. “If you’re trying to send a message, you may have to work a little harder,” she calls out, a note of sarcasm in her voice. No response. Not that she expected one, anyway.
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| - A blue and silver blue plummets to the earth. The blur crashes to the snow-covered ground below, barely making a sound. Slowly, she gets up and brushes the snowflakes off herself. She glances around. No one saw that? She smirks a little bit to herself. Suddenly, she remembers why she’s here. With a small feeling of betrayal, she looks to the sky. “If you’re trying to send a message, you may have to work a little harder,” she calls out, a note of sarcasm in her voice. No response. Not that she expected one, anyway.
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| - A blue and silver blue plummets to the earth. The blur crashes to the snow-covered ground below, barely making a sound. Slowly, she gets up and brushes the snowflakes off herself. She glances around. No one saw that? She smirks a little bit to herself. Suddenly, she remembers why she’s here. With a small feeling of betrayal, she looks to the sky. “If you’re trying to send a message, you may have to work a little harder,” she calls out, a note of sarcasm in her voice. No response. Not that she expected one, anyway. With a small shrug, she walks away from the crash site, leaving no visible footprints behind.
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