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cross the floor with a pool of dried blood on the ground around his head. She shuffled the images and grimaced at each one that came to view before

breakage into his house, no signs of a struggle, and no signs of even movement through the house.

s Industry, a path to fame and being widely known by all the faces around. In a few years, he would be forgotten, and al

se, and even seemed to be on the other side of the city. Yet, it caused her to jump up to her fe

ll, dark space that was her house. Soon she was in his roo

y hear it." He said in the

grey hair as he sat with his back to her and wondering

t the cause of the noi

e dark except for the tiny glows that were passing cars and a few streetlights and si

he ones that surrounded it, but this t

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e fire. It would be out of operations for a number of months, and no one would be able to work there. That was what half the city

her father worked as a truck driver. She knew that the fire meant hunger and poverty and de

omewhere. It is n

at still

will be safe to

pressant pills out within the fraction of a second, and spend another one taking out the emergency water tha

wn his throat before sitting in the still manner he was as she entered the room. As soon as he did this, she threw her arms about his shoulders and kissed the wrinkled skin on hi

herself. Since the night of the robbery that left their little house picked clean of everything it had to offer and w

im marbles, for they reminded him too much of that night. There was only one force keeping him together, and it was the surviving daughter who had somehow convinced him to go to

large brick of red coal. Smoke billowed up from it slowly, and she stared at it for a long time, aware that the caffeine had had its effects and she was not going to be sleeping

y. Her worry over her father only permitted her to do it with a fair amount of succes

door before she heard it being kicked open with the sound of men ye

the