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My friend Donnie runs through the woods like a nimble rabbit. I chase after him like a fox. We bound over branches, rocks, streams and fallen trees. We hear the chirp of a bird and we look up. It is a red cardinal. It flies off. I look to my right where Donnie was seconds before. He is gone. "Marco!" I yell as a joke. I never expected what happened next. At least twenty voices respond, "Polo." I look around. The voices had seemed to come from every direction. I hear the crunch of a dead leaf behind me. I slowly turn around to see a group of people, each with a mad look in their eyes. The rest of their face is covered by clay masks, each with a different mouth painted on. The most disturbing thing was Donnie on his knees, arms being held behind his back. He had a mask on his face. His eyes were the only ones that weren't crazy. They were sad. Then I heard the familiar sound of the cardinal. It distracted the insane people. I will never forgive myself for what I did next. I ran.
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