Guilt

May 21, 2009
By Whitney Nelson GOLD, Pewaukee, Wisconsin
Whitney Nelson GOLD, Pewaukee, Wisconsin
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I sat in my office with little sleep, tense, and confused. A man appeared. “You asked for me.” looking at him aggravated. He wore sandals and had a beard. I thought he must be a new assistant. Under my breathe I mumbled, “Go to h**l.” I turned around. The mysterious man was nowhere in sight.


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