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Strange and Puzzling

Richie watched for a few seconds, he was appalled at what he was seeing, and his lungs refused to work, to take a breath in or give one out. He moved away from the doorway to flatten himself against the wall. His fists curled so tight that it hurt, his knuckles bone white. All he could hear was Margaret's breathing, as it was getting faster and louder with every second and the slight squeak of the bed as she moved, rocking on the mattress. His head rested against the wall, and his eyes screwed up tightly.

Suddenly her gasps turned into his name. "Richie."

Richie froze against the wall; surely she didn't know he was here?

"Oh, Richie!" The squeaking of the bed got louder.

The sweat trickled down his shirt collar, and nausea in his stomach roiled.

"Oh my God, Richie!" Margaret screamed.

Richie clamped his hand over his tightly sealed lips to stop the vomit from erupting as he flew down the hallway. He took the stairs three at a time, and fortunately, he
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