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I sat on the front porch too afraid to go back in. I did not want to look at what happened again. My stomach churned at the thought of the dead body inside my room. How was I even going to explain to the police what had happened? I put my legs together and pulled them closer to my chest as I rested my head on my knees. My body was trembling from fear but the cold night worsened. The clothing on my body did not do much to shield me from the cold. I got up and moved to the seat next to the flower vase. There was a blanket on the chair which reminded me of my dad. He usually loved to sit there with the blanket while reading a novel. Where was he? I sat down and covered myself with it. The smell of the blanket made me relax for a while. It smelled like my dad, I missed my dad. Setting myself in a comfortable position I slowly drifted away to my sleep.
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