Think Like the Captain
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Huling na-publish Tue, Apr 17, 2018
The redhead stared solemnly at the window, the glass being pelted with rain. Her emerald gaze held sadness as she watched the other two girls playing outside in the rain. One of the girls-Madison- looked up at her and waved with a bright smile on her face. She smiled back before turning to the lone paper that lay on her desk, the smile suddenly gone.
The letter read in italic writing:
"It's been a while, hasn't it, Pamela Isley?"
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