Sasha made a point of going to the temple hill at least once a week; she called it 'going to church'. With a little carrier bag filled with treats from the 'Offerings & Sacrifices' aisle, she was trudging up the path, nodding along to a fizzy pop song. Today was a perfect day: clear sky, glowing sun, not one gust of wind. After marching in formation for most of the afternoon, bent under the weight of her armor and backpack, Sasha was ready to jump into the lake.
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