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Submitted to Contest #44
Where the Forest BitesLong, deep scratches were embedded into the wooden door. Flakes had gotten shaved off and were lying on the doormat in a pile. It was not her doing, nor her husband's. The weather wasn't at fault either. 1, 2, 3, 4. 4 pieces, all smacked down beneath her husband's shoe. "You won't be long will you?" asked Mrs. Huxley. He gave her the grin, the you're paranoid grin. Resettling the hat on his head, he walked over to the door and opened it effortlessly. It creaked and whined. "I never am.""No, I suppose you're not."Ben smi...
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