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What an odd dream. Does it mean anything? Yeah, like what? Like she really is dead? Gabe, get a grip. It's a dream, she's not trying to send a message to you. All right, that settles it. I'm going out on a jog, right now. To prove that they are completely different people, I have to go out. That is if I see her. If I don't, well, I'll have just as many questions. It's 12.37 a.m., what a perfect time to wake up, huh? I barely got any sleep at all. Okay, I'll go out on another one of my midnight jogs, come back with some answer, and go back to sleep.
I swing my legs over the side of my bed, and push myself up. I hurry as I get clothes on; a gray sweater, dark black jeans, white socks, and some plain white shoes. I smooth down my dark hair with my hands while I'm leaving my room. As I make my way to the door, I think "Am I really doing this?" I answer myself. "Yes, yes I am. And I'm going to get some answers."
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Midnight Run
Mystery / ThrillerGabe Whittaker heard about the death of a girl by the name of Emilee Ross on the radio. She was murdered two days ago. When he later sees her picture on the news, he swears he's seen her before. Wait..isn't that the girl he saw at midnight? But that...
