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Creative Writing: The Handmaid's Tale

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My tale goes over yonder where the night howled and the curtains in the sky were drawn. It was soon to be midnight, midnight was near! And there in bed laid a tired soul tainted with sin. The tired old soul was a man that could never get any sleep at night. Though he was too ashamed to admit it he was scared of the dark. When the sun went down he was alone and full of doubt and could never go without wonder what walked and crept about especially after hearing were the murder called death may have hidden. He thought he would compromise that night. He left one eye open and one eye closed, therefore he would only be half asleep. Minutes passed by and then they were gone as he started to yawn. His eye began to ache so he shut it for a while to
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