Some Things Never Change

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By J.R. Night

The late hour had come and all were released from their graves. The first thing she always did was head home.

Only one window burned yellow. It went out, the window opened, and two legs edged out. Her son landed not two feet away from her.

“No sweater? In this cold?” she shouted as he passed through her, unaware.

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