Silent
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Run,Run is all I can think but suddenly all I could do was fall and sink to my knees the last thing I saw was the my keys and I heard the ring and then I was sleep. Well Doc that all I can remember, well Alice your memory Improves daily little by little you remember little details that are very important to your story people want to know exactly what happened to you,and your friends, why only six out of twelve of you of you survived and only you remember. In reality I remember everything that occurred that week, I mean how could I ever forget, people Just aren't ready for the honest horror brutality of the truth
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