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The five men that were standing around me moved slightly.“What’s going on in here?” it sounded like a boy maybe my age or older, but I couldn’t tell because the men moved so I couldn’t be seen or see.&ldquo.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/stephxjones/461628/ For The Love of Lexi. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/stephxjones/461625/ Next thing I knew I was standing up. And still having my mouth covered over. But I wasn’t just alone with this person. Others popped out from the bushes, and were slowly gathering around me. Then I stopped squealing, and he let go of my mouth. But I was afraid, I was petrified. I was surrounde.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/stephxjones/461624/ I was right of course, that my little sister was in there. She was laying down in the corner of the giant nursery in her little carriage. 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