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The Closet
I had moved into a house, a long time ago. People had told me not to look into a certain closet. They said it was hidden by the last owner, so I lived normally. One day, though, The paint started chipping away. After a long time, I saw the outline of a door. The story had left my brain, so I really didn't know, all I knew was that a man had killed someone. I opened the door a crack one day, and I saw an eye. The next day I peeked, and I say some hair. The day after that, I saw a stomach. On the last day, I invited some friends over to open the door. I decided that it was a middle-aged, overweight girl. We opened it, and out plopped... A COW
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