The place of misfortune

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The mist grew thicker. He lay there, dead as a doormouse, the dark fog covering his eyes. The red pool of blood underneath him grew frozen. As the van flew past the body, he skidded on the frosty ice, and crashed nearby. This place, was the place of misfortune. Many people had died here, in serious accidents. The name of this place, was my heart.....





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