Something isn't right. I remember falling from the window and I remember dying. I open my eyes and notice I am in what appears to be a small log cabin on a bed covered in a colorful quilt. I stumble onto my feet and into the closet doorway, I find which is a bathroom. As I look into the mirror above the sink, horror washes over me. The person staring back at me isn't me. I see Izzie. I see her signature blue hair and with that, I let out a scream so loud it probably shakes the world as I once again am plunged into darkness.
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Through Your Teeth
FantasyMy name is Murphy. I'm 32 and pretty unremarkable. I left the busy life of the city to move to the Ozark mountains to work as a librarian at a small university. I just wanted some peace. I warn you now if you want flowers and butterflies this is not...
