The Face In The Window
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Concluída sex, ago 31, 201811m
"A rather unsettling sight had, metaphorically of course, "stained my mind". I'd looked out the window of my quaint room, and seen a face. My heart raced as I quickly bolted the window and found something sharp as a defence, but then the wind blew. It had all been a terrible trick played on me by my mind."
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