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All adventures begin with the slightest hesitation.
To what end Can we pour from a cup Cracked in two, Apathy and misery Bleeds through, The cracks clamber up The tree of tales,
I have always enjoyed the scent of fear, the very taste of it. How does fear taste, you ask? It has a metallic tinge to
“Kids! Get out quickly! The fire is spreading!” Mrs. Jane looked scared as she rushed everyone out. But I didn’t want to leave, I couldn’t
My eyes shot open as soon as I heard the screams. What…? What was going on…? I am still so sleepy. Isn’t it too early
Both of us looked at Mr. Bunny at the same time. Its eyes seemed almost menacing now.
It had been ages since I had taken my family on a vacation. There was hardly any time for that, what with work and the
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