"It Calls" – Part II. The next installment of torture by small golden object.
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It calls to me. I am not sure why, for it seems only like a simple piece of gold. It shone in the filtered light at the bottom of the river, and it seems beautiful as I hold it in my hand, despite the mud and sand which cover it. He wants it, but I mustn't give it to him. Why would he want it anyway? I like it, but it was I who found it. It doesn't look that special; it's just a golden ring. It's not like him to be greedy... What's he doing? He can't have it! We struggle and he pushes me to the ground. I must hold on to it. His hands are on my throat and its call is louder. My head pounds a beat to its taunting song and then...
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And then it's over! Wanna drop a review? I know it's short, but still...
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It calls to me. I am not sure why, for it seems only like a simple piece of gold. It shone in the filtered light at the bottom of the river, and it seems beautiful as I hold it in my hand, despite the mud and sand which cover it. He wants it, but I mustn't give it to him. Why would he want it anyway? I like it, but it was I who found it. It doesn't look that special; it's just a golden ring. It's not like him to be greedy... What's he doing? He can't have it! We struggle and he pushes me to the ground. I must hold on to it. His hands are on my throat and its call is louder. My head pounds a beat to its taunting song and then...
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And then it's over! Wanna drop a review? I know it's short, but still...