Lament
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Last published Mon, Jan 16, 2023
This is based off a dream I had last night. Taylor (myself) after leaving a house party, explores a once thought to be abandoned house. Only, it's not abandoned and the old woman who lives there has a screw or two loose. Luckily there is someone willing to aid her in her attempts to hide.
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