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Out of the window and through the glass, to crazy camp we go
On the face that our journal titles are limited, i say bah! secondly:
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in this little town on shady lane, everything always went as planed. No one was ever late from coming or going to work, everyones lawns had the same type of tree, that had grown the same thickness each year and had the same size branches and the same blossoms in the same order as everyone else.
Yet on this one shady day, where everything had just stared to wake up, the flowers in front of each window opening in the same order they had every single day, there was something amiss. A black stretch car ran softly, slowly, quietly though the yawning neighborhood.
within this car sat a dark figure, masked by the shadows from his tinted windows. He glanced around at each house, feveriently searching for something, a sign, a mark, a mar on one of the homes, telling him this was the one he was to enter, this was the house that had her in it.
House after house, agonizing second after second, yet nothing showed. He growled at the driver, kicking the back of his seat and then leaning back in his seat.
"Where is it? Did you get lost again? Are you sure that this is the right place? WHY CAN'T WE FIND HER?" the last words echoing softly around the neighboring houses, reverberating over and over, the sharp pitch of them causing cats to howl and dogs to whimper in fear.
It was a pitch that not many humans could hear. But a few... yes a small few, the ones that these two were hunting, would wake, sometimes acting unpredictably.
In one such house a girl woke up, squeaking and scrambling off her bed, slamming against the floor when she was unable to unwrap her blankets from her feet fast enough. She dragged herself into a corner and began to pant softly, darting her eyes to each door and window within her small room on the second floor.
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