[ it holds and sways more like a whip that gradually lowers down to be dragged across the earth. she asked not to think about it, so he wasn't— so konoha was correct in assuming his mismatched balance. one side would teeter more than the other, if not for her sturdy leading. mm, he manages, finding his gaze falling and keeping to the grass before he inhales and forces his attention up and ahead. maybe around them, around them was good. emerald park was a breath of fresh air. ]
I don't like them either. We're living in one now, but . . . [ he shakes his head. ] I'd take farm work over those streets any day.
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I don't like them either. We're living in one now, but . . . [ he shakes his head. ] I'd take farm work over those streets any day.