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1 " Across the rectory's east lawn, through a blizzard of flying leaves, something long and thin was flapping in the wind. A ragged figure in a white nightgown hanging lifelessly from the trees. "
― Cash Peters , Horror at Horsfield Lodge
2 " That's the problem with life. Things seldom stay the same do they? And the future rarely turns out quite the way we expect. "