I was on tour with a very uncompromising man. …But what if I was in charge… I  thought to myself. I strolled on with a dejected look on my face after being heavily told of by the delinquent man. Questioning my reasons for talking, a resounding noise knocked me of my feet from the impact. Next I new I was on my own. Heart in my mouth I vigilantly loitered on. A gelid wind whipped around my bitter face ; it chilled me. The daunting trees waved there chilling faces in the penetrating wind – something was up something scary.

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