Young Adult
Crossroads
The midday sun hung heavy in the sky, casting long shadows across the quiet suburban street. I stood at the familiar crossroads, a place that had come to symbolize the turning points in my life. It was a small intersection, nothing particularly remarkable about it, but it held a special significance for me.
TOY STORY
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