Middle Aged (35-54)
North American (General)
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Mm. It was on a dreary night of November that I beheld the accomplishment of my toils with an anxiety that almost amounted to agony. I collected the instruments of my life around me that I might infuse a spark of being into this lifeless thing that lay at my feet. It was already one in the morning. The rain patter dismally against the pains, and my candle was nearly burnt out when, by the glimmer of the half extinguished light, I saw the dull yellow eye of the creature open. It breathed hard and it convulsive motion agitated its limbs.