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And he was free. Free of all the constraints of the castle. He had fresh air. WHEEEEEEEE. And sugar. Lots and lots of sugar. Alex ran uncharacteristically excited towards the playground swings. He barely skidded to a stop in time to avoid tripping over the very swing he wanted to play on. BAD SWINGY!
Pouting down at the inanimate object and behaving in a very much undignified manner Alex jumped on the swing and immediately began the familiar childhood motions. He hadn't played on a swing set for years and it was so much fun. Moving his legs faster and harder Alex continued to go higher a wild gleam of abandon making itself known in his eyes.
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