A CRY FOR HELP.
in the night a tear runs down. A young womans dress more like a gown. A whisper sounds calling out. She begins to kneel in a childish pout. She shudders and shakes then listens well. She hears not anything except for the bell. When all of the sudden a bright flash bangs fire works flash and boom in ganges. The tears dry up and no longer fall. As she heads back to her wedding ball.
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