summer of 78 The bearded man
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I shivered I was so cold my lips were chapped and my hands were so cold My clothes were still wet from the rain where am I why am I here. As I looked around in this cold dark gloomy van I thought of home and wished I was there I can smell the cigar this monster smoked as he dragged my little body into this van if only I kicked harder if only I screamed louder maybe someone could've heard me or helped me I felt weak so tired I wanted this nightmare to be over. To go home To just go home suddenly the van door swings open. The sun in my eyes blinded me as I try to focus My eyes met his eyes those horrible scary eyes
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Otis Milano. Dad
Adele Milano Mom
Carmela Milano big sister
Ann Milano little sister
Annie Grandma
John ves neighbor
Emily ves neighbor
Melissa ves neighbor
Matthew ves neighbor
Mariah ves neighbor
Oscar Milano uncle
Abel Jones the bearded man
Stan Darcy. Accomplice
Rambo Loyal companion
Jan bender. Murdered girl
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