Mark nodded even though she couldn't see. He'd suddenly lost any desire to talk, and his plans for a perfect day washed away with the stream. The memories. They never let him go, not even for a half hour. They always had to rush back in, bringing all the horror.
As a boy, I remember my father telling me a bedtime story about the day my grandfather was decapitated.
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As a boy, I remember my father telling me a bedtime story about the day my grandfather was decapitated.
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