Before I could get a word out she closed the makeshift door and blocked out what light there was. For the first time she looked like a normal, compassionate person. “I’m sorry for all of this, but you are our only hope.” “What is all of this about?”
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Death of My Only Friend: Part One, Opportunity Missed
“Hi Mary. My name’s Amber.” The tall lady said. She wore jeans and a light blue sweater. —-I remember her so clearly now. The mistakes I made. Maybe my life could be different.—- “Hi.” I replied.