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01:57 Nov 19 2024
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Waiting for the bus at the edge of this grim desert. Dust blows in my ears and nose. Just not ready to return . Watching the giant cactus. Ghosts from the years of dust and dirt.
I am being followed. By whom I dont know. I see a black figure peeping around the the cacti. Then it disappears.
The bus is rumbling across the crushed dirt. The sun is setting. I hear the Vampyres groan like dried leafs. The door opens and I feel the bite. Blackout time.
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