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Late the next day, the cowboy from before, with the black hat, named 'Witch,' could be seen walking down the hallway of the hotel where he knew Miss Sandie to be currently staying. With a sigh, he took off his hand and ran a hand through his hair, thinking about what he was going to say. He didn't want to let her go that easy, they had been together several months now, but if she truly felt that way. Well, then he at least wanted to leave it off with them on a better note than before. He shoved his hat back on as he got closer, but suddenly, he looked up and stopped in his tracks...Read More
Sighing at my own self-hatred, I sat down on the swing, and I heard a slight groan from across the park. I stood up suddenly, standing erect as I waited for the thing on the teeter-totter to leave. I kept waiting, a half an hour or so had passed until I realized the thing, whatever it was, wasn't leaving. At least, not yet. I sat back down, unsettled. It didn't smell right; the thing didn't smell human, nor animal. It smelled like, them. I brushed it off, though. How could they find me here, on the edges of the world? I was invisible, as I had intended as I had walked out that door months ago...Read More