The Count.

The Count.

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WpMetadataReadMatureComplete Thu, Jul 4, 202423m
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Mystery
"Knock, knock." The door opens, and a dreamlike blurry girl stands in the doorway to meet me. My shining green, and brown eyes burn into hers. A bird chirps in the background. I stand so still I almost surprise myself when I take a sudden step towards the fence. My hand levitates over the fence and I finally lower my palm to it, pulling it open. Speed walking towards the door my heart pounds in my chest and I finally approach it. "Knock, Knock." Goes my fist and the door opens.
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Little did I know that a knock on my front door on a Wednesday afternoon would turn my life upside down. It would change everything. Had I have known this ever-so-useful piece of information beforehand, I would never have opened the door. In actual fact, I would have made sure I was as far away from it as possible. Unfortunately I don't happen to possess mind-reading powers, so therefore, the knock on the door came. And the one person who would singlehandedly destroy my life and make me question everything I've ever known, appeared. Right in front of me. He was RIGHT there. And there was nothing I could do. _______ Mature themes & some coarse language.

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