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Her face was twisted, her voice forced out with her breath. A long black nail head stuck out at an angle from the pale fleshy top of her foot, a small amount of blood forming around the puncture.
“Ken … Ken”, she stammered.
I will never forget the intensity of that grimace. Haruki needed me, but like a coward all I could do was let my books slip from my hand, papers scattering themselves and settling on the once pale carpet - I ran.
I did not turn back. I ran, my heart pounding, as far from that house as I could.
“Ken … Ken”, she stammered.
I will never forget the intensity of that grimace. Haruki needed me, but like a coward all I could do was let my books slip from my hand, papers scattering themselves and settling on the once pale carpet - I ran.
I did not turn back. I ran, my heart pounding, as far from that house as I could.