Whiling Away the Days

She graduated from fantasy and books to alcohol and drugs

Golden orange and pink streaked the sky as the sun began to set. A warm breeze whispered through the tall grasses and the hum of cicadas filled the air while a dull car engine could be heard every now and then in the distance.

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