[A study project, and in spite of his best efforts, Petre usually aces it. He hates those moments when he's so effortlessly pinned by the truth about himself, his ego, the weakness it hides.
They're crossing through the graveyard now, and he points up ahead to a huge old tree that pretty much exactly fits what Petre described. Branches spread wide and thick, leaves just beginning to fall, gnarled old roots bursting up from the ground to create what almost look like seats for them.]
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They're crossing through the graveyard now, and he points up ahead to a huge old tree that pretty much exactly fits what Petre described. Branches spread wide and thick, leaves just beginning to fall, gnarled old roots bursting up from the ground to create what almost look like seats for them.]
Right up there.