No Face, No Name, No number (On Hold)
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- Partes 9
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Última publicación lun, may 1, 2017
When I saw her, her face had changed, in a disturbing way.
My breathing quickened as I fell to my knees and kissed what was once her lips.
"I won't leave you!" I whispered as I got up and ran for help
**Inspired by the song No Face, No Name, No Number. I don't own the lyrics or music**
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