

Tears in the Fire“Arlen!” shouted Railyn to the little boy in the large oak tree by her home. The little boy’s cat jumped out of his arms, off of the tree, and on the ground by Railyn’s feet. He smiled widely, revealing his perfect teeth. “Hello, Railyn,” he said as he jumped down from the tree. “Are you ready to go study now?” Arlen inquired, walking toward her. “Of course,” she laughed. “I’m here aren’t I?” “Good point. Let’s go.” His cat, Greensleeves, walked beside them; proudly pouncing on nearby insects or field mice and attempting to catch butterTears in the Fire
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