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The nightmares grow worse now that her body has been discovered. I dream of the cold, DC rain falling angrily on the street that evening. Her screams haunt my mind and I can’t sleep. I wake up drenched in sweat. My teeth are sore from grinding them all
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His flat hat, a fur-trimmed streimel, lay on his head like a platter of dead minks, the man's Shirley Temple side-locks dangling like pigtails.
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Did you ever have a morning when you just did not want to wake up? Sleep can be marvelous, but dreams not so much. If you believe, here is a tale. "She was awakened by the mushing of her pillow around where her head lay squarely on it. It was not violent,
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