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A short-ish story, I guess.

Brush The Sky

Harlow knew she was different from the moment she was born.

Harlow knew she was different from the moment she was born. Her mum knew it.

Harlow knew she was different from the moment she was born. Her mum knew it. Her dad knew it.

Harlow knew she was different from the moment she was born. Her mum knew it. Her dad knew it. And so did everyone else.

From a very young age, Harlow Yang puzzled all the adults around her.

From a very young age, Harlow Yang puzzled all the adults around her. She learnt to jump before she could walk, and she learnt to climb before she could talk.

From a very young age, Harlow Yang puzzled all the adults around her. She learnt to jump before she could walk, and she learnt to climb before she could talk. Often, her parents would put valuables and dangerous items up high on shelves and on top of cabinets, where they thought Harlow could not reach.

From a very young age, Harlow Yang puzzled all the adults around her. She learnt to jump before she could walk, and she learnt to climb before she could talk. Often, her parents would put valuables and dangerous items up high on shelves and on top of cabinets, where they thought Harlow could not reach. Oh, how wrong they were.

For a few minutes whilst Harlow was sleeping in her cot, they would leave the room.

For a few minutes whilst Harlow was sleeping in her cot, they would leave the room. When they returned, the would find little Harlow sitting on the floor, playing with whatever object they placed high up.

For a few minutes whilst Harlow was sleeping in her cot, they would leave the room. When they returned, the would find little Harlow sitting on the floor, playing with whatever object they placed high up. How did she get out of her cot?

For a few minutes whilst Harlow was sleeping in her cot, they would leave the room. When they returned, the would find little Harlow sitting on the floor, playing with whatever object they placed high up. How did she get out of her cot? How did she reach the item?

For a few minutes whilst Harlow was sleeping in her cot, they would leave the room. When they returned, the would find little Harlow sitting on the floor, playing with whatever object they placed high up. How did she get out of her cot? How did she reach the item? No-one knew.

As Harlow grew older, her ability to perplex others grew too.

As Harlow grew older, her ability to perplex others grew too. During preschool, Harlow’s parents often received calls from very stressed teachers, exclaiming that Harlow was stuck on the roof and they were calling the fire department to get her down.

As Harlow grew older, her ability to perplex others grew too. During preschool, Harlow’s parents often received calls from very stressed teachers, exclaiming that Harlow was stuck on the roof and they were calling the fire department to get her down. From the age of 5 to 7, Harlow could often be found at the very top of trees, or cartwheeling across her school’s slated roof.

Harlow became quite popular at school; people called her the Monkey Girl.

Harlow became quite popular at school; people called her the Monkey Girl. Her classmates would watch in awe and excitement as Harlow scaled the tallest trees and danced and juggled on the roof like a circus performer.

Harlow became quite popular at school; people called her the Monkey Girl. Her classmates would watch in awe and excitement as Harlow scaled the tallest trees and danced and juggled on the roof like a circus performer. “Go Monkey Girl!” they would cry.

Harlow became quite popular at school; people called her the Monkey Girl. Her classmates would watch in awe and excitement as Harlow scaled the tallest trees and danced and juggled on the roof like a circus performer. “Go Monkey Girl!” they would cry. “Do another trick!”

Soon Harlow’s parents recognised her natural talent, and her drive to be up high.

Soon Harlow’s parents recognised her natural talent, and her drive to be up high. When Harlow turned 8, they allowed her to join a parkour club, which she took part in three times a week.

Soon Harlow’s parents recognised her natural talent, and her drive to be up high. When Harlow turned 8, they allowed her to join a parkour club, which she took part in three times a week. Harlow LOVED it.

Soon Harlow’s parents recognised her natural talent, and her drive to be up high. When Harlow turned 8, they allowed her to join a parkour club, which she took part in three times a week. Harlow LOVED it. In fact, she didn’t just love it, she LIVED for it.

Four years passed, and parkour had become a part of Harlow.

Four years passed, and parkour had become a part of Harlow. Most of the time, Harlow was a normal girl: she liked fashion, running, and hanging out with friends.

Four years passed, and parkour had become a part of Harlow. Most of the time, Harlow was a normal girl: she liked fashion, running, and hanging out with friends. But when Harlow was alone, she wasn’t just a girl anymore - she was Monkey Girl, gliding across the London skyline as if it was an ice-skating rink.

Adrenaline raced through Harlow’s blood as she skipped from one rooftop to the next.

Adrenaline raced through Harlow’s blood as she skipped from one rooftop to the next. One could almost see the sparks dancing at her heels.

Adrenaline raced through Harlow’s blood as she skipped from one rooftop to the next. One could almost see the sparks dancing at her heels. Run, leap, roll, stretch was how Harlow lived in her free time.

Adrenaline raced through Harlow’s blood as she skipped from one rooftop to the next. One could almost see the sparks dancing at her heels. Run, leap, roll, stretch was how Harlow lived in her free time. She breathed in the crisp air, and fearlessly leapt from one building to the next, a wide grin emblazoned on her face.

One day, unbeknownst to Harlow, her urge to scrape the clouds would lead her to invent the most incredible suit, in which she could dip, dive and dance with the birds until her hearts content.

One day, unbeknownst to Harlow, her urge to scrape the clouds would lead her to invent the most incredible suit, in which she could dip, dive and dance with the birds until her hearts content. But, for now, Harlow was happy to smile, stretch, and let her fingertips brush the sky.

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