Eight

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  Jennifer stared at the yellow walls, tears rolling down her pale cheeks.In the distance Allison's feet crunched against the snow.

  "No..."a single word uttered from the bookish blonde girl.Small specks of snow flew in through the open glass patio doors.

  Footsteps.Jennifer stood up,turning to face who stood behind her.A flash of metal.

  "No....please no..."the girl sobbed, laying in a pool of her own blood.The murderer removed his military jacket,revealing nothing underneath.Just air.

  He shoved the end of the gun into her,listening as blood oozed from her.

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