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Behind the Closed Curtains

Write_to_save_myself

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Parts 21
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Reads 993
Votes 62
Parts 21
Time 16m

Write_to_save_myself

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People say that you can never know what goes on behind closed doors. Maybe they shouldn't have paid so much attention to the door and looked more at the curtains. They should examine every stitch, and every color. You can tell a lot about a person by seeing if their curtains match their carpet. Surprisingly, the curtains did match the carpet. Those red rose-patterned curtains told a story so unbelievable I wouldn't be able to properly elaborate. How can I tell you the story of the torn red rose-patterned curtains in a way that you can truly experience every occurrence? They say dead men tell no tales so you will never hear mine. Or maybe you will hear because I am not even certain that I am actually dead. Perhaps I should just tell you the story so you can decide for yourself. The answer lies behind the closed curtains.All Rights Reserved

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