The Polaroid
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One morning on my way to school I find a polaroid of a girl. A girl no one has ever seen before. Following the incidences end up finding the girl rotting in a trunk of a car for the past two days in her own neighborhood... Polaroids popping out from nowhere hinting the death of the next person. Was I able to find the pattern of the occurrences ?
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