

MattI would make them change it all.Matt
But I'm not, No one can.
That gibberish. Uncle Fred spoke it as clearly as I'm speaking to you now. The nonsense frightened me; but not because of how it sounded. In fact, it didn't bother me at all that I couldn't understand my uncle, that he stayed with me, at home, while occasionally stopping me, so I could hear his utterances, a few disjointed words. No, the words didn't bother me at all.
The sense of fear came from his face. The affect would unfold as he'd grab my shoulder in urgency, wanting to tell somebody, anybody what was on his mind. His expression wore despera


The HillJack returned the glare of the pail resting on the top of the bookshelf, which housed few books, but many useless trinkets. The eyeless stare challenged him, beckoned him, to climb past fragile glass unicorns and soft pewter statuettes. Jack needed the pail to collect water from the well, and stood there considering his predicament.The Hill
His step-father, Christopher, had placed the bucket on top of the shelf to prevent him from playing with it. Jack could not get the water, then blame Christopher, but that would give the drunk another reason to beat him. Alternatively, he could just not do it. But that would give his mother an excuse
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