The Grave Robbers

The Grave Robbers

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Of course I heard him, but none of the words coming out of his mouth are making any sense. My lighter keeps clicking, out of juice. I won't let it go though, again and again, cigarette dangling from my lips, flashlight in my other hand cast down at the ground, illuminating the overgrown weeds. "What are you talking about?" I mumble, shoving the dried up lighter back in my pocket and holding out my hand for his. He swats me away, face tight in the poor light. "What aren't you getting, Moppy? But the damn cigarette away. We need to go now."
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We came to a stop in front of what looked to be a farm house of some sort? Probably a slaughter house, this is where my life ends. He got out of his car without making a sound and opened my door. "Get out" He said calmly. "W-where are we?" "Get out of the car." he said in a harsher tone. What the hell did I get myself into. A dark romance between a shy girl and a tormented soul. *short story*

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