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Every full moon a monster is made. The thought made her chuckle. It was midnight and she had a long journey ahead of her before she would make it to the little Indian reservation in northern Minnesota. Her 2004 Audi S4 revved at will as her amber colored eyes looked straight ahead, her hand reaching for the shift, she let out the clutch and brought it to 5th gear making her way down the old back road away from a place she came to call home. It had been three years since she left where she was headed know, never bothering to call or send a letter, she made a promise when she left that place called Walker to never look back. But to her surprise she always had a problem with looking back to what life could have been, if only she stayed. Her wavy locks dared to fly in her face as she pressed a button carelessly letting the window slide down. The funeral would be in two days on Sunday but still no one knew that she of all people would attend to such an event. Debbie knew of the resentment, anger, and rage that would accompany the sadness and tears as she would make her way to the front, saying a true felt farewell. She could and would care less about others opinions. Already preparing for the regret that would follow when she left never to return till such drama occurred again, but to her, she couldn't wait to visit in such a manner.

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⏰ Last updated: Mar 09, 2016 ⏰

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