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Danny slipped off his grass stained shirt, wiping the sweat from his brow the sun beat down on him scorching his pale skin. It was his job to clean up his yard. Vines grew in every direction cling to the house and trees, the grass stood tall like a bean stock. Add the unbearably warm day where you could cook eggs on the sidewalk you could understand his distaste. Danny loved the bitter cold frost nipping at his nose the crackling fire warming up the house, giving this sense of being snuggled by a bear. Can anyone give me their opinion on this. I'm working on a book. |