| Every night for eight nights at midnight I would sneak into the old man's room and shine a thin ray of light from my lantern on the man's eye so I might be able to gather my thoughts and kill the man, but the eye was constantly open. |
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| Oh, dang! The eye is closed! | |
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| On the eighth night, I was very cautious. I was very proud of myself. It was dark in the old man's room and the shutters were closed because of fear of robbers trying to get the old man's riches. I made it to his room and opened the door very, very slowly. |
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| My head was in the door and I was opening the lantern to shine light on the eye, but my hand slipped and it made a sharp CLANK! I hid myself in the shadows as the man shot up. |
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| WHO'S THERE? WHO'S THERE? | |
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| I am hidden. *phew* | |
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