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I tip toe to the hall, not wanting to wake anybody in the house. The old drawers open with a creepy sound and I stop in my tracks, hoping nobody heard me.
But the car keys aren't there. I shuffle through with hope, but all I can find are some old casettes. I close the drawers with a sigh, disappointed.
Mom has probably hidden them in her room after that night of my incredible driving.
But that was so long back.
I step out of my house, determined to find Eira.
I will have to go on foot.
I don't care.
She needs me.
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Blue
Short StoryHer solace was the tears she shed in the middle of the night, when she knew there was no one to listen to her sobs or notice her wet pillow.. He found salvation in the blood that often oozed out of his hand. When their paths meet, will the blood be...
