This is My RoomBy Andrew HawntCompendium 2020 Story
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I didn't say you could
be here, but still you came. Just like the others.The house lies cold for
a time, then again it fills with life and furniture and voices. This
is my room, not yours, no matter what you think.This will always be my
room. I was raised in this house long before you, and your parents,
were born. I died right where you are
Published on October 19, 2020 05:06