As I open the front door to leave, I survey the darkness for anything that seems out of place. My ears pick up even the slightest sound, my heartbeat is racing. My hands shake as I try to fit the key into the door, as my mind flashes back to the scene where only one key out of a hundred means survival. The only difference is that I have only three
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at least you dont worry about a chainsaw wielding lunatic and aliens in his backyard like my friend does.
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god help his poor soul.
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