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Creative Writing: The Crucible By Arthur Miller

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It was all just a game, nothing more, nothing less. Recollection of events rewind than speeds up in my brain from when we discovered a box in my uncles to follow the instructions of the frolic going on among us. I remember how excited I was, I never played it before. By the way, I also have a question to all of you reading this...games are intended for purposes of enjoyment, am I correct? If so, is it terrible that I felt the cold sensation of terror.

I blame it all on Miller, because of him..We accidentally murder Sam, the scene played out so vividly in my mind it was like it happened today. I was scared, Kelly was crying and Miller was laughing--oh wait that isn't right, what I meant to say is that Miller was also crying. After we hide

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