When she reached the door
She could smell it
The thick tar like
Scent of blood
Clawing at the back of your throat
Seeping from your nostrils
Pooling around your feet
She felt a shiver rack her body
And she swung open the door
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Ross and His Lottie
Short StoryA violent man and a troubled girl A man stood in front of her His eyes held hers He did not trust himself to look at the rest of her Because if her face was this This Fucking Gorgeous Than how would he be able to contain himself At the rest of her B...
