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There is a plot, maybe a murder mystery. A setting. Creepy old house? Cliché. A parade!
Numb. Standing in fear and utter hypnosis, like a deer in front of headlights; the moment I cast my eyes on her I was certain she was the one who had been stalking me in my nightmares, wanting my soul and everything else that I had to offer.
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