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The ground Len and Rin were sitting on started to tip.
They gasped, scrambling to their feet.
Red apples rolled down the ground, making them trip over them and slide down with them.
It was faint, but a male's voice could be heard through the air.
"Rolling down from a steep hill, red apples that've been ripe, break into many pieces."
Len grabbed on to a gear, Rin hanging on his arm.
They both looked down at the apples, smashing as they hit the ground.
The two gulped.
Rin looked up at Len.
"W-What was that?"
"I-I don't know."
They climbed back onto the ground.
Len looked around.
Now that he thought about it, he didnt remember where they were.
Or how they even got ontop of the conveyor...
"Len, look!" She grabbed his arm, pointing at something in the air.
This time, a girls voice could be heard.
"A blue fish swimming as it dies in water, blowing bubbles and it dies and becomes bones."
It was a small bubble filled with water, two fish swimming around insi
My deviantART StoryIn lieu of the usual weekly feature thing, I figured I'd do one of these journals, especially since DA has had such a profound effect on my life in general. This is going to be pretty wordy, a bit dark in places and get pretty personal, and I'd be lying if I said I wasn't somewhat hesitant to be this open about myself and some of the issues I've faced/am facing. I've been considering posting a journal talking about it for a while anyway for reasons I'll delve into later, and this seems like the perfect opportunity. If you're not interested in the story, then by all means just check out the thumbs or skip this one altogether, i promise i won't be offended.
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Before we get to DA, a little bit of background. I'm from a small city in upstate New York called Binghamton. Once a manufacturing hub with almost 100,000 people, after WWII factories started to shut down as manufacturing relocated overseas, jobs dried up, and the city began to shrink. Currently th