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The flowers in the meadow had bloomed. The smell of the fresh grass. The beam from the bright, yellow sun. Her steps on the ground were light and elegant. She looked up at the bold blue sky and admired. The Gods have granted her the beauty of life. Oh, how she truly loved life.
✸ Bella ╱ Right Side Of My Neck
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For the entire duration of Lydia Harrington's life, she had been told that her kindness was going to get her into trouble one day. She always gave the wrong people way too many chances than they deserved, she never raised her voice even at ones who raise their's at her, she always said her please and thank you's, she always smiled at strangers or familiar faces she passed by. But Lydia never really saw it that way. She saw it as just being what many people refuse to be. Nice.
Lydia couldn't fathom how being a nice person was going to get her in any trouble. I mean, people love kind people, right? And what was that saying? "Good things only happen to good people."
It was why practically the whole town adored her to pieces. Parents wanted their kids to be friends with her because they knew she was a good influence. Plus, it would have looked good for them to have their children be associated with a Harrington.
