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From the dark, gloomy village he could the babies wailing, parents arguing, fragile, delicate glass smashing, it was like the storm had a voice.
It used to be wonderful,cheerful,merry village all until it fell apart,most people had moved away.The village was bad enough.
It was like they were all ....strangers. At this point,he could hear the hail thumping on the old,rusty,woody shack with the babies shreking and screeching.
It sounded like a radio with it's volume turned up to loud.
It sounded like a radio with it's volume turned up to loud.
He could hear the rock hard,stoney,bricks collapsing parents were shouting as loud as WWII sirens.
He was starting to feel dizzy and he blacked out.
