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Saturday Centus, Week 153: The Letter

Dear John, I anxiously await your return. The noises had gotten louder in the basement and I had no choice but to open a hole. I remember what you told me, that I must keep the basement door locked when I sleep and I’ve done that every night. I am sorry for making such a mess but the noise was driving me insane. I went down to talk with them the other morning and they seem so nice. I don’t care much for the way they look at me; so many eyes, so many teeth. Must go, they’re calling. Yours ever, Jane

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