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'I-'

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'I-'

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'I buried it.'

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'Where?'

'With our father.'

'What?'

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'Yes.
I dug his grave
That same night
And buried
That driver.'

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'You're tired.
Close your eyes,
Dear darling brother.'

'I am a dead.'

'So what?
Souls too
Want some rest.'

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'Close your eyes,
Brother.
Close them,'
Said she
And crouched
To rest her face
Over mine.
Our cheeks
Pressed against
One another.
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A warming chill
Stirred through me
As she
Blinked furiously,
Her eyelash
Over my cheeks.
A smile curved
Over my lips,
And slowly, yet suddenly,
It grew to a giggle.

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'Sleep, dear,'
And she caressed
My cheek
With her,
Like a mother cat.

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I hope there stands no new suspense here. And, any new mews regarding the killer? C'mon, what happened to your brains. They were found vigorously active once, but not now. Make new guesses. Your comments help me bring in new twists and make the story spicy.

Ann Riya Door.
Who is she?

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The name as per now, is - see on the banner. Help me with good alluring title suggestions.
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