The Last Bus (One-shot)
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Concluida mar, feb 13, 20188m
When someone said that you shouldn't be see that person, would you believe?
This is what happened to Leah and this is her story.
(Yeah, I suck at summary. I found out this writing prompt last January. Sorry for the inactivity)
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