http://slow.writerscafe.org/ohmeggiepoo The original writings of author Smile It's Megan♥ en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776006498 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 Short story. August 8, 2011. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ohmeggiepoo/777432/ California. I couldn't believe I was actually here. I was aloud to roam around and, check anything I wanted out. As long as it didn't get me in trouble, I was good to go. As of right now, I'm by myself, walking and taking in the views of California. 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