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“Thirty years, ever since the killings no ones been anywhere near this place, too many bad vibes, and the fact he was never caught,” the other replies.
“That’s what I don’t get Francis, you say it was a he, but why couldn’t it have been a she?”
Francis laughs, “Really?”
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Very good use of scenery and background.
Quick edit stuff: “fact” for “face”, and usually it’s “Frances” for women, “Francis” for men.
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Haha, thanks, cheers on the fact/face, the Francis is correct though 👍
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