Friday, October 14, 2011

The White Cabin

      I step on the snow and my foot fell in hole. I fell in the snow and my face was code. I had a bad filling that someone was  watching me. The smell of the air smelled like something was dead. I saw something move in the corner of my eye. I turned and it was a cat. I herd someone tell me "Your dead meat".

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