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        <strong>SHDYCF2 Chapter 15 Property</strong>CHAPTER FIFTEEN<br />Property?<br />Sylvie woke up feeling refreshed. Outside, the sun shone and the air, though cool, promised to be dry and pleasant.<br />Perfect weather for pumpkin carving, she thought.<br />Walking back into the house, she discussed her plan to get some gourds at Joe's Market in town.<br />&quot;I'm not sure what I'll carve yet, until I get them home.&quot;<br />&quot;That's half the fun.&quot; Her mom said, sipping coffee from her mug as she sat at the breakfast table. &quot;It sounds like fun. I shouldn't be at the office long today, I'll just need to file a couple of papers, then I should be done.&quot;<br />&quot;Sweet.&quot; Sylvie enthused. &quot;Will you go shopping with us? Or should I get a pumpkin for you?&quot;<br />&quot;That depends, when were you planning on going to Joe's?&quot; her mother asked.<br />Sylvie glanced at the clock. &quot;Perhaps in a little bit.&quot; She said. &quot;I've got to clean up in the garage and take care of the backyard. Then I can go get the pumpkins.&quot;<br />&quot;All</q></span></a></span><!-- ^TTT --><!-- TTT$ --></span><br /><br />Prev:<br /><span class="shadow-holder" data-embed-type="deviation" data-embed-id="651550747" data-embed-format="thumb"><span class="shadow mild" ><a href="https://snore23.deviantart.com/art/SHDYCF2-Chapter-13-The-Doctor-651550747" data-sigil="thumb" class="thumb lit" onmouseover="if (window.LitBox) LitBox.hover(this, true)" onmouseout="if (window.LitBox) LitBox.out(this)"><i></i><img class="lit" src="https://st.deviantart.net/minish/main/defaulttag2.png"><span class="wrap" style="width: 150px"><q>
        <strong>SHDYCF2 Chapter 13: The Doctor</strong>CHAPTER THIRTEEN<br />The Doctor<br />Sylvie shivered as she walked down the long hallway. Her footsteps echoed loudly off the walls, the bare, unadorned shaft echoing like her dream. She wished she had her rifle.<br />At the far end stood two swinging doors; painted the same horrid shade of hospital white, with shiny brass plates where handles should be, and two small rectangular windows with the wire mesh shot through the glass. In effect, the door of every hospital horror story or show ever written.<br />Sylvie almost turned around right then, but the promise of more aid to the town stopped her. Besides, there could even be the smallest chance that they could be made human again. Surely that would be worth the risk?<br />Screwing up her courage, she pushed through the door.<br />Inside, she found the set from Doctor Joe; there were couches and chairs, a warm blue rug that dominated the floor, cushions scattered everywhere, a bookshelf groaning under the weight of what seemed to be hundreds of medical textbooks,</q></span></a></span><!-- ^TTT --><!-- TTT$ --></span>