Feb 24, 2023
Thirteen
Earth, March 26th, 1940 A.D — Late Morning It felt nice; the wind against the face, the way the hair swung wildly, just like golden wheat on rolling fields. Winry inhaled deeply taking in the fresh country air and smell of gasoline pumping through Betsy’s intricate engine system. “Wow!” she cried out, overjoyed by the sheer beauty of everything. “Isn’t this great?!” she added as she looked at…
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