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“Tiffany, do you hear that?” She asked, staring intently into my eyes with a finger resting against her chin as if she were simultaneously deep in thought.

“Hear…what?” I asked. I listened, the area around us was actually pretty quiet. “I don’t hear…anything.”

“Oh!” She said. “It’s that tree over there! It’s lamenting the fact that it had to burst forth from a seed, survive life as a sapling in this cruel, unforgiving world, and managed to defy the odds, growing into a huge oak tree just so it could provide oxygen for your mentally deficient self.”

From Woodcrest #2: Dramatic Aspirations Epilogue