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Weekly Contest #68
It had been twenty-four years since she’d last seen it, but the place looked exactly the same. Her mother’s house still stood tall and lonely at the end of the street. The porch swing still hung from the roof, swinging gently in the breeze. The color of the swing was slightly faded, but it could only be from the wear of the weather. No one was ever allowed to sit on the porch swing. There was the irrational fear of it breaking under any added weight. Of course it was only the fear of her mother. Staring at the porch swing broug...
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