Redleaf wanders the vacant neighborhoods of Love Canal...cautiously, cautiously. Curiosity killed the cat, but caution kept it from happening too damned soon.
During the summer, parts of Love Canal almost look inviting. Now, with November here and winter whispering not far behind, it looks barren, brown, and abandoned.
He speaks, knowing his words will be heard.
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