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The swings of the playground swung slowly, creaking as the wind hit them. Nothing was there, except the shadow sitting under a tree gazing at the full moon. He looked to be around 18 to 20, but looks can be deceiving, can’t they now. This man was not mortal, but not truly immortal. Things could still kill him, such as sunlight, but which of his “kind” would be so stupid as to walk outside when the sun had risen? He was thinking, thinking about something he had been trying to forget for several years, his old life. The life that he cou
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