- Apr 3, 2013
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J. spotted a bird fly from a light green maple tree in the distance. He positioned the sniper in front of him and looked through the scope. When he finally locked onto the bird that landed on another tree, he didn't shoot. He would never shoot something so beautiful. It's radiant neon feathers reminded him of....someone.
He put the sniper down on the branch he was sitting on and just stared at the scenery that looked like a war about to begin between maple and evergreen trees.