She lays on the grass, damp with fresh dew, and stares at the night sky in awe. What a marvelous, spectacular this it is, to be able to make things this beautiful. What a privilage she had to be able to see all this, looking upon it with pure ignorange. As she mavels she catches a glimpse of a strange, contorting light somewhere in the middle of her yard. She gets up and walks closer to it. As she reaches out her hand to touch the strange thing, it seems to bend and shiver, and in a flash of light it darts across the yard and into the middle of the street. She follows, curious as to what exactly this being is. She stops coming toward it while still two metres away, and holds out her arms, as if this light is an old beloved friend, whom she feels safe with. As she is enveloped in light she feels safe and warm, and full of happiness. She hasen't felt that way in a long time. As the twisting light weraps further and further around her she lets down the walls she has spent so long building up, lets go, closes her eyes, and falls into a deep, never-ending, dreamless sleep.
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*crackle crackle*Leutennant, we need you on twelvth avenue*crackle pop crackle* looks like another suicide.*beep*
"Oh shit, another? that's the third one this week. Well Winston, lets go clean up the mess and see what happened."
*vroom vroom screeeeeech*
"What happened here Grettle?"
"The operator of this semi was driving down here at three AM, and this girl just ran out in front of him."
"The same as all te other ones, have you informed the parents?"
"Sir, the parents were the other two."
