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A piece of sky must have fallen on Jack's head. At least that's what it felt like the day he missed his bus. His body was being held in some kind of suspended state of refusal as he saw the bus
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approach, then pass him. What manner of blood red bird was that in his dreams last night? All morning he'd been remembering the terrifying "caw caw" of the black eyed thing when suddenly...
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in his waking life, at his bus stop, he should see the same evil animal land right at his feet
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