ch.1 An Washington

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An is running….from who?or what?She doesn’t know,and is confused. As she runs she slips on the curb of glenvue street, she is faceflat on the old crusted concrete. Someones behind her,(she feels it in her bones and the goosebumps on her skin)they put a bag around her head and strangled her. She struggles as she knows every last breath is precious.

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