Not This Again

[_saynothing]

The Laughter

I walked into the vacant house. The laughter leaked through every door. It scratched its way through my ears and burned itself into my mind. I took a step further. The floor creaked. I stopped, scared. Of all the times I've been to this place to be alone, it has never been like this. I used to bring the girl with me. We would sit in

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[sayits_mary]

You shouldn't stop writing.