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Did it stop? Why is this closet so cramped? Ah, it had to come with me on Christmas. I went to my parent’sparent's house, and I guess it came with me. It had to come with me. I wish I could just get rid of it. That would be so much easier. Things wouldn't go wrong that way.
 
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Is it gone again? It will be back soon. I already know it. The image of my mother’smother's body, fallen to the ground in that horrid puddle of red. It made me gag at first, but the more I looked at it through the small slits in the closet door, the more it seduced me into thinking it as beautiful. It was like a lake full of thick, red algae.
 
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I started digging through my brother again. Still nothing gold. Only the red stuff. Oh well, guess I can get some more from my parents. I guess there really is nothing gold in them.
 
I started to cut open my parent’sparent's stomachs, and dragged their intestines out to hang around the tree...
 
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