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January 24, 2007

Michele: Dark Thirty

This was darkness like no other; at times she would awake unsure if that was even Pete next to her.

“Don’t worry,” he’d whisper. “I’m here. The morning will come.”
She’d sob again.
“I promise. Everything will be ok in the light.”

They lay huddled in the ditch all night, waiting for daybreak. Waiting to see what kind of tragedy the darkness left for them.

“Darkest before dawn,” she whispered.
“That’s right, baby.”

They waited for dawn.

They waited.

Waited.

The sounds of people going mad as they realized dawn was never coming was almost worse than the darkness itself.

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