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Payback, Discretion Is Advised

When the night is at its blackest and the moon sneaks behind the clouds, and the owls began to call, you know there is no place to hide. When your brain begins to ponder, certain things that you have done, and your heart begins to flutter; while your skin starts growing bumps, you know that he is near. Hiding under sheets and blankets, and leaving all the lights on, and locking all the doors and windows, will not conceal your fears; for he knows what you have done. You try to call someone, but your mobil phone just won’t turn on, and the gun you hid under your pillow somehow isn’t there. A cool and pleasant breeze enters, through a broken window pane. Will he use a gun or knife you wonder, or will he put his strong hands round my neck? Perhaps he’ll use a wooden bat. How did he ever find me after over twenty years? Guess I’ll just pretend to be asleep, and hope he doesn’t make me suffer, like what I did to her.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2019




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Date: 3/30/2020 11:41:00 PM
Holy crap!! Where's that eraser ??
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Lunita Blanca
Date: 3/31/2020 12:48:00 PM
LOL sorry Donna.

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