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Monster Essays - No Name Woman: Bewitching Creation
No Name Woman: Bewitching Creation
 	It's cold and dreary and it is Friday.  As I walk along the road and come to the corner of Sixth Avenue and Twentieth Street, I pass by what looks to be an old church with a black flag flapping in the wind, and I am reminded and overwhelmed by the delicious fear I used to feel whenever I passed inside its beautiful stained glass doors.  I stand before the entrance and as I close my eyes for just a second a recollection sweeps of my feet, and for a moment I am there, before the devil's chambers.  But those doors are closed right now, possibly to nev....
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