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Oh thank god. She though as she rested her head against the door. This day had to be placed on the mental check list of strange as hell moments in her live. Fumbling her keys, Samantha opened the door and turned on the ignition. She needed to find a place to stay untill she can figer out what to do next.
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as she yawns, she recalls that there was a bed in the odd house, and that there was also a motel 6 just down the road.
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Sam drummed her fingers against the steering wheel for a few moments. She was tired and not in the mood to deal with people right now. The hassle wasn't worth punching someone out and getting left on the street to the old house anyway.
"Eh, Screw it" She mumbled mid-yawn as she Pulled from the curb and drove back to the house. As soon as she got there she took out her revolver and a small cats skull from the glove box before locking up and getting inside the house.
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She find the bed easily enough, and collapses onto it. She sleeps uneasily, but suffers no dreams.
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