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I didn't mind the task, in all reality. I made myself seem very close to her for the public's and her sake. But I really did it for myself.
A very dark winter night. Over thirty years ago. Was walking by himself. In the newly fallen snow. Two lights approached. Too fast for him to see. Red stains hit the trees. At once he ceased to be.
The only sound audible in the dead winding streets were the clicks and ever present clacks of one, Deloria Ische's shoes.
As I walked along the dusty road, all seemed quiet. I expected I was a late beginner, as I had passed several dead people in my wake.
"So Dan, where is it we're going exactly?" said Sandra, as she, Dan, and Bill zoomed by in Dan's old Pontiac." Sorry Sandra can't tell ya, but when we get there you'll be thanking me." said Dan.
I heard a cry. Deep in the night. Well I have to say I did get a fright. It was high pitched. And in pain it well was. it lasted for a an age. When I walked out,. Out into the woods,.
The night was dark and stormy, and four high schoolers walked with unease."I-I don't know about this Brian." A small teenager in a small cheerleading uniform whispered to her, big, jock boyfriend.