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One stormy night me and my friends were driving home from the cemetery(long story). The music was blaring in the car. We must have taken a wrong turn because right in front of my golden eyes was the very thing we were searching for.

"Raven" screamed Lynch. I stomped on the breaks. They are of course screaming in protest. I lost complete control of the car. We drove off dead man's bridge. Blackness surrounded me as the water poured in.

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