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Flasback – Mr Bell
As a child, all that Beauregard had was his books. He’d run away from the orphanage several times a week, and the police would always find the boy in the town’s library, huddled over huge volumes, because he simply loved to read. His name had come from a book. His mother could not read, but…
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Flashback – Dennis
I moved into his house, and he found me right away. I’d see him out of the corner of my eye at first, just a shadow, with nothing but his own eyes. He had soaring, silver eyes, large as saucers, and always watching. He’d watch me, and I’d watch him, neither of us moving, neither…
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Sincerely, Jennifer x 