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me process things better. I'm sitting in my

father's study, which overlooks a

National Park. It's a beautiful day, and

I wonder if I should write outside. I’ll

be looking for my own place soon. I’ve

seen a few I really like. For now, it’s

been nice being surrounded by people I

love.

I see a flash of red out of the corner

of my eye. But when I look in that

direction, it's gone. Could it be? If it is