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The Fever

Allyson W.
The Fever

The year was 1935, not a noise could be heard as the wind whistles through the night sky. Silence all around as if the world had stopped. The city that never sleeps rested as the night drew near. I look out the window to see lights being switched off all across this city, one by one as if they are in sync. One light stayed lit, our living room. I could hear my parents arguing like they always do. It was probably about money again. I thought I would sneak down the hall to see what was going on.

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