Author's Note:

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Although the people and events in this story really didn't actually occur or exist, there is, in fact, a Lake Claire... between my school and where I live. And, there is a small bridge across a narrow part of the swamp that bears the name "Foot Bridge".

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The old pencil sharpener is currently located in the Script Analysis classroom, the umbrella is currently purple, and the highlighter-hued sweater is actually a sweatshirt... currently in the possession of an old best friend.

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The goo in Polaroid pictures really is poisonous (so I suggest that you don't ingest it), there is actually a cafe in my school's library, and I actually do hate Economics and love Calculus... however, pencils don't really talk to me. (Sorry.)

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But... if they could... I bet they'd be psychic.

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Best of Hopeful Wanderings,

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-R. Louise