essay - it was a bright cold day in april and all the clocks were striking thirteen
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It was a bright cold day in April and all the clocks were striking thirteen, a breeze went through my skin. It was the feeling of scare. Yes, i am scared to be in a stranded street. But do u know what got me here? The death of my girlfriend. Yes, someone murdered her. And that guy lives here. I came here to question him and kill him.
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