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The streetlights were dim as the mist enclosed it in its mysterious grip. She peered out of her window into the darkness, was there someone out there or was it her imagination? Her hands began to shake and they became clammy. The coffee mug she held fell softly to the carpeted floor. She struggled to control her breathe more and more. But he died I saw him die. There is no way he is alive.
Repeatedly reassuring herself she slid back to her arm chair and continued flipping the pages of her favorite novel. The room became cold as a cold gust of wind filled the room she pulled up her blanket and rolled herself in up to be within...
The streetlights were dim as the mist enclosed it in its mysterious grip. She peered out of her window into the darkness, was there someone out there or was it her imagination? Her hands began to shake and they became clammy. The coffee mug she held fell softly to the carpeted floor. She struggled to control her breathe more and more. But he died I saw him die. There is no way he is alive.
Repeatedly reassuring herself she slid back to her arm chair and continued flipping the pages of her favorite novel. The room became cold as a cold gust of wind filled the room she pulled up her blanket and rolled herself in up to be within...
