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Chapter 28: Concord
As I walk through the Minuteman National Historic Park, I start to feel like I have been transported through time and place to when the Revolution was in full swing. Then I swing by Louisa May Alcott’s Orchard House and feel like I stepped into Little Women. I remember having to read it in middle school and we had to learn all about the setting of this little place.
Once I took a tour of a few more historic places, I start to feel like I should be watching my back. I don’t know if it was in my head or if she can make herself only visible to me, but when she stepped right up to me in public, I nearly pulled my knife out of my waist band and went after her in broad daylight. Now I know that this wouldn’t have been the most intelligent thing I have ever done, but it was purely instinct.
Fighting it, I watch as she touches a woman’s shoulder in front of me and the older woman turns to her before asking, “Do I know you?”
The Soul Eater shak
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