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Cold As December
It was one thirty four in the morning. Everyone was asleep. At least, I hoped so. My hands shook with fear that my dad would hear me. I opened the ...
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It was one thirty four in the morning. Everyone was asleep. At least, I hoped so. My hands shook with fear that my dad would hear me. I opened the ...
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