Suddenly, she jostled out of the crowded room. Her chest had a sharp piercing of unbearable pain.
Honestly, she thought she was dying!
Forty five seconds later, all of her torture stopped. It disappeared as quickly as it arrived.
She didn’t understand it; she wasn’t sure she really wanted to.
Following a few minutes of hydrating her system, she worked her way back to the front of room.
Little did she know, at the exact moment her chest struggled to rise, her twin sister took her last breath.
The wind was howling; the roads covered with slippery wet leaves. It was a typical September Autumn night.
Andrèã was returning from a wedding she was hired to photograph. It was late, she hadn’t slept much sleep the last 24 hours.
Twenty minutes from home, she hits an area of the road notorious for high water. As she sat, attempting to move…
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