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I smell the pine trees again.
God, I’ve missed this. Feel like it’s been forever since I was here last. It’s a damn shame the council closed down the park. I always thought it would have been a great place for my future children to play in.
My heavy arms are aching. How much further is it? We should be there by now.
I look over my shoulder and see Mum struggle to carry his legs. I knew he was a fat prick, but this is like lifting steel.
We push through a gap in the bushes and reach the picnic area. Somehow the woods in front look even thicker than I can remember. Scarier even, like something awful is looking at us, through the trees, calling out to us. Mum doesn’t seem frightened at all, just exhausted. “Almost there, Mum. Just a few more metres.”
The brambles pluck at my jacket as
