Saturday, September 23, 2006
The Strange Detective
The strange detective walked into the big, empty room. He looked around. His hair covered part of his face. The room was dark and it was hard to see. The detective walked over to the window and looked out. His steps made a noise on the bare floor. The guy turned. Was there somebody else in the room? Suddenly, his heart was beating fast. He saw nothing but the furniture. A truck could not stop him now.
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