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A dIfFeReNt kInD Of SiLeNcE -5- Millie held her arms out spinning out of control until she decided to take a seat. Then she sat next to the window.It was still too hard to open. Somehow a breeze seemed to make its way through. She smiled as the breeze made movement on her dress while her mind had... Sign in to see full entry.