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Evergreen

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His smile grew under the mask and his eyes sparkled. "You realize you have to pay me, right?" His hand steadily held the sharp knife, carving something into the wooden table. Diana assumed he carved in a very specific male genital, most likely the one from the dude he castrated a while ago. "You realize that money is useless in an apocalypse, right?" She was annoyed. She just wanted that one name written down in his little book of names. As if it's that fucking hard. "Who said anything about money, you innocent soul?" He smirked. Diana raised her eyebrows whilst vaguely twisting her head upwards, trying to signal a little "what, then?" type of thing. Felix removed his hand from the table and leaned back, sliding the knife over to her. Her eyes automatically wandered towards the carved table. 'You'
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Completed on 24/09/2018 Tell me who hurt you?" It was a command. I could have been afraid and probably told the whole of my traumatic childhood but I shook my head. There was no way I was telling him my darkest secrets. "I will find out..I always find out cara" he mumbled. But I doubted even he could guess my father was responsible for my nightmares. He stared at me, and I stared right back at him. "You have freckles" I whispered lifting my right hand to touch his face. "Do I?" His voice was husky. He turned his face slightly towards my hand noting the taut set of his bold profile. His jaw was set granite hard, but his eyes turned soft. He leaned closer hesitating for a second. I knew he was giving me a chance to avoid his kiss.

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