Go To Sleep (Very Short Story)
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Sneak Peek: I causally stroll through the woods, “No need to be frighten,” I yell. My voice echoes off the trees. The birds abruptly stop chirping at the sound of my voice. Something rustles in the bush to my right. I hear jaws snapping and a low menacing growl. I reach my hand in my pocket for my knife, ready to fight...
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