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| | Fear the Dark |
 | | As I cower here on my bed tonight, hoping the sun will come up soon, my mind races to every dark corner to check for something I know can't be there, something that isn't quite normal, just so I can prove that my fear is justified. |
 | | Something moves in the dark, jostling me out of my thoughts, and I clutch the bed sheets close around my neck, silently cursing my silly fears. |
 | | And as I listen to him breath in the dark, his breathes slow and deep, and feel his sleeping warmth beside me, a thought runs through my head, and I almost smile. |
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