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Ellen Sandowskin was near the van.

    She had had to go to the lake.

    Cord was too busy getting drunk to have sex with her.

     Or was he?

     She sighed.

      She didn't know how she loved him.

      Nonetheless, she watched the water swirl.

      Her long, black hair shone, as the raiin became heavier.

      She then ran towards the van, unaware that Jason Voorhees was holding his blood-drenched machete in his right hand, and headed towards the teenage couple.

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