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The dream of mine

She stood on the cliff of the mountain. She remembered the place so well…After she has been there before…to cherish her dream of climbing the mountain and to become a legend that everyone will want to become. She smiled valiantly. But slowly, her smile dissolved to a frown as she remembered that day’s events…How she slipped and tripped and hung from the cliff, with her partner staring down at her…How she had pleaded for help and how her partner sneered…How her partner mentioned the glory of being the first person up the mountain and how her partner had kicked her…The memory of falling from the cliff was terrible, but was not more terrible than the way she died…She wiped the silver tears falling from her eyes. Her death had surely changed her ambition…


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