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They carried him out slowly as she ran behind, desperately gripping at his limp hand. He was unconscious, they said. We don't know what's wrong, they said. How could they not know? How could nobody know? And then a shot rang out, piercing her eardrums. Now, no one will ever know.
The screech reflected off of the cold, damp walls as I desperately covered my ears. "Where's my escape rope...fuck..." I thought helplessly, blinded from my surroundings. I felt helpless - empty as the cave itself.
The panels reflected the beauty of a setting sun. He was so proud of his work; his eyes sparkled in glee. Who could take that away from him? That was the minute I decided - I'm never dating an eco-freak again. Now, how to break it to him...and what to move on to?
Who else would decorate everything in holly? I pricked myself on a leaf as I hung it across each doorframe of the house. The Christmas season is filled with the stuff - I figured I should contribute a little, but only with one choice decoration. This year, that happened to be holly.
Shiny garland and ornate mirrors reflected my disheveled appearance as I walked into the ornate house. Whoever decorated this house must have been from the 80's, I thought as I gripped my boyfriend's arm and walked inside hesitantly.
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