Mental Health
Somewhere off in the distance, a mournful cry erupted, rending the air with ultimate disappointment and despair. I smiled in the windy dusk, knowing that they had found each of their backpacks turned inside out, the contents replaced, and zipped back up. The smile widened as I knew they would never catch me: my head start into the hills, and the darkness which surrounded me, would give me a clean getaway.
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