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The 1940: A Short Story

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It was a cold and breezy morning, the leaves were rustling on the concrete and I caught a glance at a park. Sadly, the park looked abandoned and the metal structures inside were rusty and seemed fragile, a fence surrounded the entire park, the park was gargantuan and I could only see what was nearest to me. Curiously, I wandered around the fence until I found an opening. Shortly, I found a tiny hole that bent outward and seemed to have been cut by something. Luckily, I was able to squeeze through the hole without difficulty. When I did make it through the other side, I ran into the park to explore, many of the architecture here seemed run-down and bland. Surprisingly, I found a sign marking the beginning of the park. “1940” was marked onto
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