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kate gripped the pilow tightly, repeating over and over, "this isn't what i want to watch!" i just sat there, mute terror filling my limbs, even though we both knew what was going to happen.

after dinner we decided that we should rent a movie. we thought that maybe stephen king's stand by me would be a good choice because kate had never seen it, and it had been far too long since i had. however, when we arrived at abstentions, we discovered that there were many other high quality movies. after debating for nearly fifteen minutes, i chose identity with the aid of a number game developed by kate.

the lights flcked across the wall, and john cusak's hand crept closer and closer to the dryer.

"AAAAAAAGGHHHHHH!" i screeched as he pulled back a shirt to reveal the head of some poor woman tossed in with the clothes.

atleast my shrill and not-so-puny girly scream broke the tension in the room.