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The little man sat in the corner by the window in an old, worn, wooden chair.A blanket on his lap, and his pipe smoking in his hand.He sat, and he smo..
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It was a day like any other, the day that I found her.I had escaped the city as I often do, and gone out into the country to get away from the sounds ..
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The impatience of his
footsteps echoed on the empty streets, with no destination in mind he
bled the pavement with the furry of his step. He was al..
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The branches clawed at him as he scrambled through the brush, sweat streaked his face and soaked through his clothing. He dared not stop, he had to ke..
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They dragged him through the dry cracked dirt of the street, the flesh around his ankles, where the rope was tied, bled from open and torn sores. The ..
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The little girl sits in the corner of her room and cries.She sits there late in the evening and weeps as the darkness of the night curls all around he..
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