The Darkest Hour
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Last published Wed, Sep 28, 2016
"Let's see who I have this time." He said smirking.
"This time!?!" I thought as he pulled out my wallet, opened it and then withdrew my driver's license.
"Well, Arabelle Marie Schmidt, 21 years old." He said. "Well at least I didn't pick someone underage this time." He said smirking. "16 and 17 year olds are acting so old, getting into bars and flirting with men whom are almost 10 years older than themselves." He examined my horrified expression and laughed. "Don't worry I don't kill little girls. Just scare them. Unlike you. We're going to have a lot of fun."
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