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The screams had filled the air all night long until they died in the last throat of the last girl. Darla and I were both bathed in blood. Her bodies melting into each others before escaping the morning sun for our home. The newspaper would be filled of our evening play but with no witnesses left we would be safe. That was always the key to everything. Leave behind no witnesses, no evidence that we were ever there. And leave behind with stuffed for a wonderful sleep. Filled with the chous of souls left in the wind.
Opening the door shortly before the first rays of sunlight to filter across this dark town I turned to Darla.
"Tonight we leave for Paris. If Drusilla is about she can come with us. Maybe she has gotten tired of her playmate."
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Opening the door shortly before the first rays of sunlight to filter across this dark town I turned to Darla.
"Tonight we leave for Paris. If Drusilla is about she can come with us. Maybe she has gotten tired of her playmate."
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