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Get off my lawn!

11/21/2014

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Just mowed. Don't know why; grass never stays green, not in Scarefield...Well?! You just gonna stand there? Move! Come stand on the porch, if you're gonna.


That's better. Now, what ya doing here? Came to hear some stories, I expect. Some in town told you about me, I imagine. Been here a long time. Seen a lot of things. Things that would make your bones dance the tango under your skin. Things that would make your teeth hide behind your tonsils. Yessir, a lot of things. Like what happened to poor Clara...


...Wait! It's almost dark, and here you got me yammerin' away. It's not safe here at not. You better go home, get inside, lock your doors, and keep the lights on. You come back tomorrow, and maybe I'll tell you more about Clara. If I can stomache it. Just don't come too late.


And stay off the lawn!

-S.G.
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    S.M. Gravemore is Scarefield's oldest resident. He lives at the outskirts of town on his farm, with his five dogs, seven cats, three lizards, eighteen spiders, and two cows. Stay off his lawn!

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