The eyewitness entered. He had no eyes. Unsteadily he made his way through the courtroom, groping the air with his hands. Blood ran from his eye-sockets, blood so ...
At ten years old, I liked to jump out of my bedroom window at night and lie on my back behind the house. Here I could think about ...
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