I almost bump into several people as I run away. I rush to the history block, which is always empty. I start crying ugly, hot tears that stream down my face like banners of weakness. "Olive?!" I hear someone shout down the corridor.
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Spirit
Paranormal'I feel what she feels and she feels what I feel, we live the same life together, attached. But what will happen now that we're separate?' A story of two twins, separated by one of their deaths, but always together in heart. Is there a way to get th...
