February 14th, 1980
I met a woman. She has brown eyes that lured me to her. She smells like vanilla and lilacs. I don't want to experiment on her. She is far too perfect to waste.
I didn't make a complete ass of myself. I approached her in a calm and collected manner. Just like grandpa taught me.
Her name is Morgan. She is taking nursing courses at the University.
I'm taking her out for dinner on Saturday night, maybe I won't be alone forever.
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The Franklin Series: Torment
HorrorBook Two of four in The Franklin Series Wesley has been through hell. He is alone with only his morbid memories to keep him company. No matter how lonely the journey, he will always have his professional curiosity to keep him occupied. These are the...
