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Post by Max on Nov 19, 2013 21:30:25 GMT -5
After finding herself in New York, Ivy stood on the top of the Brooklyn Bridge above the hundreds of cars crossing over it. She liked the rush it gave her and the feeling of the wind grazing her skin. Ivy swung her legs around laughing a the danger around her. She hung by her legs and let her arms reach to the road below.
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