xxvi. the stretch of the truth

   she told her she would be right back,
              her coat wrapped tight around her shoulders
yes, I have to go now, no the wind isn’t too strong
                       her white lies would have to suffice for now

                  it was tough loving one of the smartest girls in the room
            when the only other girl was a bony cat, but
                     this was an adventure of utmost importance –

               she had to find the ore she had buried

Prompt: Stretch

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