It was a cold and windy night when I went across the street to fetch Margaret from the Fishers, she had spent the night with Gloria Fisher, Charles wife, enjoying the gossip of the week. I gripped myself tightly when I stepped out into the night, seeing her almost instantly, lying there, motionless.
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You can also, finish it off yourself, the only rule, this has to be the start, the words can be changed, it can be twisted, a little, but, it still needs to fundamentally be the same beginning.


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