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I remember how my black trench coat had billowed around me, the strong Chicago winds blowing through my long brown hair. I had held my breath as I bent down, reaching for the knife hidden in my tall black boots, but my world was shattered with a gunshot.
Mystery - Fiction Rated: T - English - Mystery/Romance - Chapters: 2 - Words: 2,687 - Reviews: 8 - Updated: 7-8-08 - Published: 6-11-08