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Each contradiction pulls your flesh apart the way cables pull aside a theatre curtain. This is your opening act, the premier. Luckily for you, this is all anyone will ever know. Your face. No one else see's the blood rushing through your veins, or your heart pounding in your chest. When your hand grasps the tiny knob to unveil the secrets you thought you knew. What will you see when you’re paralyzed with fear, and the ceiling coming down? We all have skeletons hidden in our closet. --------------------------------------------------------- "with this. it doesn't just turn off lights. I don't exactly know how it works, but on Christmas morning I was sleeping in this little pub keeping away from some snatchers, and I heard it. a voice. your voice Hermione, coming out of here." virginiamilbury's Journal
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