ela pt1
Updated: 1/9/2020
ela pt1
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  • i did not hate the old man i even loved him, he had never hurt me i did not want his money i think it was his eye
  • evrynight at twelve o'clock i slowly opwned the old mans door, and when the door was open wide enough i put my hand in and then my head
  • then i carefully lifted the cloth little so that a single thin small light fell across his eye
  • the eighth night i was more then usually careful as he opened the door, the hands of the clock moved more quickly then his hand
  • the old man was laying there not dreaming that he was at his door, then suddenly he moved in his bed he wasn't afraid, the darkness in the room was thick and black he knew he could not see the opening of the door
  • suddenly the old man sat up and cried "who's there??!" he stood still for a whole hour i did not move
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