Luke

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Who in the hell could that be knocking on the door. Looking at the clock in the kitchen it's eight-thirty when the knocking actually stops it is eight forty-five.

"Baby we need to go." I tell her sitting down on the couch next to her.

"Yeah that sounds good to me." She says standing up and fixing herself.

"I wonder who that was?" I ask standing and walking to the door.

"I have no idea." She says opening the door and walking out, as soon as her feet hit the porch. Someone grabs her and covers her mouth.

That's all I see before everything goes black.

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