My Best Friend is a Murderer? || Stenbrough
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Last published Sun, Nov 13, 2022
"So that now, to still the beating of my heart, I stood, repeating..."
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Stenbrough
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Just based off a short story I was assigned in English class. It had to start with a line from 'The Raven' by Edgar Allan Poe.
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