We all used to keep a personal secret place in our childhood.
For me, it was the backyard of my apartment building, a small patch of land covered with soil.
In there, I buried my dead chick and the beads I used to play.
The forest of secrets is such a place for her.
The tomboy girl is walking through the forest and unusually lost in thought.
What do you think she is into now?
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