35 - Maybe there is something...
Marley The months rolled by, and one day, I was strolling around the woods surrounding my cabin that no one had come to claim. I walked past the lake and a little beyond. I hadn’t really gone so far out before because I was always too scared, and I was terrified when I saw a body at the bottom of the embankment that separated the lake from the actual wooded area. I don’t know what it was that made me rush towards him. My doctoring instinct, I suppose. He might not have been wearing a cut, but I knew he was a biker the second my eyes landed on him. However, something inside, I don’t know what, call it intuition, told me that this man was no threat to me. He’d been shot multiple times; he was covered in blood and gray-faced. My heart sank. Had I found a dead body? I pressed my fingers t
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