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For a moment, Sarah stood staring dumbly at the open door, trying to collect her thoughts as the slight, dark figure crossed the street and faded into darkness. What to make of this strange encounter, she did not know. The more sense she tried to make of it, the more confused she became. Quietly, thoughtfully, she made her way up the stairs and into her bedroom, where she carefully pulled back the covers on her bed and slithered underneath, day-clothes and all. He couldn't have been Charles Augins, she thought. Charles Gerard Augins was born in West Virginia and has lived there ever since. Whoever his imposter was, he obviously had not done his homework and made a terrible flaw by speaking in an unmistakably British accent. She lye on her side and could see Lancelot sprawled chest up on the floor, glowing with iridescent moonlight from the window. Why me? Why? Sarah asked herself. It isn't fair. Tired and perplexed, Sarah slowly drifted to sleep to the rhythmic lullaby of the rain tapping against the roof.
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Once again, a thousand thank-yous to those who have read and reviewed my story! DON'T WORRY, THIS IS NOT THE END!!
-Danae
For a moment, Sarah stood staring dumbly at the open door, trying to collect her thoughts as the slight, dark figure crossed the street and faded into darkness. What to make of this strange encounter, she did not know. The more sense she tried to make of it, the more confused she became. Quietly, thoughtfully, she made her way up the stairs and into her bedroom, where she carefully pulled back the covers on her bed and slithered underneath, day-clothes and all. He couldn't have been Charles Augins, she thought. Charles Gerard Augins was born in West Virginia and has lived there ever since. Whoever his imposter was, he obviously had not done his homework and made a terrible flaw by speaking in an unmistakably British accent. She lye on her side and could see Lancelot sprawled chest up on the floor, glowing with iridescent moonlight from the window. Why me? Why? Sarah asked herself. It isn't fair. Tired and perplexed, Sarah slowly drifted to sleep to the rhythmic lullaby of the rain tapping against the roof.
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Once again, a thousand thank-yous to those who have read and reviewed my story! DON'T WORRY, THIS IS NOT THE END!!
-Danae
