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They were listening.
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Blood dripped down from my arms to my legs. I was bound to a pole in an empty room with nothing but a mirror to look ...
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I crept silently through then corridor, the occasional creak of the floorboards abruptly halting me in my path. The...
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They were listening. I wasn't worried though, It's not like I had anything important to say. Just knowing that they w...
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My singing was awful. Didn't matter as the audience were drunk, I could see Lorna sticking her tongue down John's thr...
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The lights dimmed. Mary-Rose, in her black-and-white jail-striped dress entered the stage from the left. My left, not...
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She sang. Her beautiful voice rang out through the dense smoke in the room, pushing out into the ears, minds and hear...
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