Turner came round the corner, I went ahead. She walked faster and faster, hair cutting through the air, whipping, spinning twirling to see her. Hormones racing pumping blood into my fists. I could just see the jutting of her skull as the knuckle came to contact. Composure(My version) something you say that means your not actually going to (extremely) injure a person, instead you just think it. What stops me, I am ME.
The blindfold slants at my tordesha. Step five.
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The day we looked back
Fiksi RemajaRunning foreword, back, around, by, near, nowhere, to, from here, then there, infinitely. Why we looked back, I have no answer, there were none then, never. We danced a graceful blind dance with lies as our partners, following aimlessly through a cl...
