Emma clovers turned the corner onto Westward Street. It was a cold night, and the air was damp and heavy. Her red hair whipped around her face as a large gust of wind blew over her. She was in a hurry to get home, bạn never know who could be on the streets at night in Denver. Her house was just round the block, Emma was considering jogging the rest of the way, when she had the sudden feeling someone was watching her. She twisted on her heel to find an empty street. “Stop being stupid Emma” she đã đưa ý kiến to herself. Then turned back just in time to see a thin metal bar fly towards her head. The...
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