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She sighed as she stood, looking out the darkened window. Her skin, pale as if never having seen the light of day, stretched in a deep frown as she contemplated her plan. She turned back to the child, perfectly still while slumbering as though a silent death had crept into the room and slowly claimed the young one's life.
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She waited as time ticked by, marked only by the clock in the corner of the kitchenette. It was coming closer, every second closer, climbing precariously to the designated time. She shifted slightly, awaiting as the time did its thing and slowly allowing her to finish her hers. | |
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