Her Last Winter
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This little short story contains mature content: murder. if your stomach can't handle the thought of a child, innocent and pure, dying, please feel free to hit that BACK button, as I would not wish to have someone feeling sick over this story.
It is completely fiction, as I had the 30 day challenge at school, so I chose to write out a story. of course that didn't happen and that's how this story became what it is.
If you find any errors in the typing, please let me know where so I can fix it.
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