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The first thing I saw when I woke up was the blood. My mind went into a full panic mode, and I flipped out. I started checking all over myself to see where I had been injured, my bloody hands smearing the blood all over my clothes. Then I realised I wasn’t injured, which could only mean one thing. It was someone else’s blood. But whose? I had no idea. In fact, I had no idea where I was. All I could see around me was a dark, narrow street. I was standing on the sidewalk, quite far away from the nearest streetlight. Above me was the clear nig...
Brenda faced the old man in front of her. He was ancient, looking older than her own great grandfather would be. He grinned, an innocent, toothless smile, as he walked towards the dustbin and dropped something inside. His hair was stark white, and she could not see a single stray hair to estimate his original hair colour. He had a slightly curved nose with a pointy tip, and huge brown eyes surrounded by wrinkles. Brenda guessed he must have been a handsome man in his youth. And she also wondered what had happened back then, that he got a pri...
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