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I was nine when I saw my first dead body.
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I was halfway up, and the fog blurred my vision. Sadly it deteriorated when my low-grade goggles were covered by mist. My partner suffered a pain. He needed instant attention; to descend swiftly in a helicopter, if he were to remain alive. I did not want to be caught…
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It drifted into the sea, I say, when you ask me about home. You’ve only known me for a few moments, so you’re not sure how to gauge me. You laugh, and make an Annabel Lee reference. The English teach in me wants to hug you. The New Jersey in me wants
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But she knew what she would find. She knew it all the moment she felt the sticky fingerprints behind the slat of her old oak slay bed. The fingerprints that would only be left from a person grabbing it from behind their head. The fingerprints that she
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So this is what hate feels like. I glare at her, across the room standing there with him. Tall, blond, slender, perfect complexion, adorable smile, and bright eyes; and him and his lean athletic build, soft square jawline, charming smile, deep blue gree
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