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i can sense in your eyes that something eerie took place.
i tell you, 'hush, you will wake the neighbors up'.
you shake and shiver in the boiling room.
'what's wrong?' i ask.
'he's coming,' you say.
'who?'
you never respond.
you just lie there in the dead silence.
all i can hear is your breath on my neck, sending shivers down my spine.  


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