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The end that she couldn't bend.

This is a story by my sister:

Dalyah was strolling down the isolated path, while fear was grabbing her tight. Her only possessions were a backpack filled with material of no use to her and a dead phone. she felt a ghostly breeze blow her silky ginger hair. 'Crack!' as Dalyah swiftly turned back like a flash of lightning, she was a stone. She felt panic and terror creep into her stomach It was her end that she couldn't bend Dalyah could see the misty moon fade out of site

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