Valium & Vodka: Chapter One

The heeler responded quietly, staring out the window at the numerous headstones passing by on their way out of the cemetery. paul was never one to beat around the bush, so he cut right to the chase.

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Wedding Mouse, 5 of 7

#18 of the world of the spirit of '67 //: city of san iadras, gordon's park cemetery. it was nice up on the hill. it wasn't sacred ground like the rest of the privately owned cemetery.

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Father and Son

He followed it to the cemetery. he hid behind a tree as he watched his father get out of the red mustang. he shadowed him to a grave stone. he climbed the nearby tree to see what he was doing. "cecilia...why'd you leave me. i can't do this anymore.

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Chapter 3 – A Home to Look Forward To

Another loud pop rang through the cemetery and her car's motor and all its electrical systems died.

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Wolf Creek Revelations

"what say we take them down to the cemetery? it could probably use some attention by now." "that's a good idea marcus. son, would you mind giving us a hand clearing the weeds. no one comes to visit it anymore. we're all it's got anymore."

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AMISTAD MEMORIAL

Then the ptv drove to the cemetery, which was holding a memorial to the victims of the h1 bombing in amistad.

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I Love You...

Then i ran from the cemetery, i couldn't stay any longer; it just reminded me of you. we used to hangout in cemeteries. i wanted you back so badly, but nothing i could do could ever bring you back, you were gone. and i was alone.

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Give a Little Pt. 2.5

"how was the cemetary? successful i hope." tom just smiled. "i found what i was looking for, and a little bit more. say," he said, turning more directly to the boy, "how did you know about that cemetery?

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Chapter 8: Lost and Found, and Found

Meanwhile, cindy’s brother walks around the cemetery. he looks for a gravestone that’s old and cracked, one that his bat had a good chance of smashing into pebbles. he grins as he sees just what he wanted.

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Amnesia

Silence hung in the cave like a fog hangs over a cemetery. "... i'm sorry... i can't remember..." an even more eerie silence overtook the tunnel we shared now as she stared at me in what i could read as only a shocked and apologetic look.

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Winter Traditions : Epilogue

Fortunately for me, the cemetery was on this side of the town so facing my demons would be kept to a minimum.

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