Thursday, April 28, 2011

The Last Night

Crisp air sprinkled her nose as she stared horror in the face. "I'm done running take me now" she screamed. " Are you sure that is what you want" whispered whisper. Trembling she nodded her head with one swift slice she was dead with a tickle to the nose now she wakes.

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