Woke up on Midday

Woke up on Midday

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Last published Mon, May 1, 2017

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"I hear a lot of crying, gasping, terrified voices around me and all I can see is the midday sky on 5th of December, year 2006." It was midday, that I realized that there's more truth and lies in your wake than your sleep. A Medical-Thrill Romance fiction of a strong willed Doctor and a faithful Nurse. Please don't make another copy in any form. © 2016 8Pens8Erasers | twt #8Pens8Erasers

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