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There’s these mounds at my school, small, long hills in the ground. I’d always wondered what was under them, if anything. I came up with wild theories. For example, they were graves that the school either made or built upon. Corpses that were rotting right underneath me. Another was that there was a colony of mole rats living under there. I wasn’t very creative. I recently found out that they were all wrong. I shouldn’t even have asked that question in the first place. I regret that now. I regret the outcome. I regret everything that happene...
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It was too damn cold to be out here, and yet he still was. It wasn’t as if there was anywhere else to go, though. George just wished there was, despite the fact that it was too late now. He could feel the cold seep through his bones even with the fire roaring. Not even his coat could block it out. Surprising, with as new and thick as it was, stolen from an abandoned store just days before. The wind was howling its breaths echoing through the forest, like the whistle of a huntsman. The only respite he had from the weather was that it hadn’t s...
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