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Post by Jackson Bailey on Jul 25, 2009 7:20:06 GMT -6
Jackson was sitting on the bridge. He was quite small. Not for his age though but he was just a small person. He looked at the horizon as the sun was setting. He found himself alone. The first person he met was a bully. That wasn't a very good sign. He was just sitting there hoping to make friends eventually.
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