this one was fun
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The list in her hands was old. The page crumpled up multiple times, as if shoved into a pocket or a fist several times. The names were scribbled in a quick scrawl, the red X’s across them a sign of something. “What is this?” She asked, gazing up from the list at the man in
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He rolls the dice in his hands like they mean something to him, blows on them like they really are hot between his palms, says prayers in as many languages as he knows, as if he believes in all those higher powers. It still isn’t enough and he loses his gamble with Death. Not with
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When the moon gets tired, she curls up in the clouds and takes a nap, the fluffy white leaving her dreams soft and gentle. What does she dream of? Perhaps the glorious sun and when he will notice her…