Friday, November 11, 2011


I stood on the doorstep gazing back the closed wooden door.
"Coming?" a voice said from behind me and I looked over at the man waiting patiently. I took a deep breath a nodded knowing I would probably never come back. I could still hear the shouting from inside and a flood of reasurrence filled me and I followed the man not looking back at the house.

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