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Lisa walked through the garden door , into her abandoned living room.
Her shining blue eyes lifted from her pale white face .
She couldn't remember the last time.
The last time she
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Lisa stared at the the second floor and her eyes were fixed on the glass windows. To her surprise, she saw someone is watching her behind the window. Even though the lights in the room is dim, but her vision is not wrong, when the moonlight passed through the room, she clearly saw that someone is there. The person's face isn't very clear, but she knew it is a girl. For a mere second they stared at each other before then the girl disappeared behind the curtain.
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