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Literature
Shotgun James [CREEPYPASTA] “… 10:49… right now, right now…”
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It was a winter morning, in the groggy city of Mesa, Dobson High School had just begun session. The bell rang, as it summoned the students to their morning classes, all the while the wall clock in the bustling hallway ticked away, reading the time of 8:10 AM.
“Everyone, settle down now,” Missus Harris called out, as her class of sophomores lowered their voices, while continuing their conversations during her roll call. Missus Harris called out the students’ name, one at a time, jotting down their attendance. Afterwards, she tucked away the attendance pa
