Friday, May 20, 2011
Tonight was the night our luck would run out and we would be forced to meet the fate we had so long avoided. Perhaps if our hiding place had been better, they would not have found us. Perhaps if we had not been breathing so hard, they would not have heard us. Perhaps if their numbers had been smaller, we would have slipped past them to safety. Perhaps if their search lights had not been so powerful, they would not have seen us. But alas, these things did come to pass regardless. Tonight was the night we would be found.
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