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"HELP" I heard a cry. A cry in which was so loud that I could have heard it from miles away . I heard it in the high school old washrooms.  I ran as fast as I could to the sound but by the time that I got there I was to late there was a middle aged girl lying in the cold floor with the blood flooding the place and her face pale as snow.

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