Spring Breeze in Autumn
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Complete Sat, May 24, 20146m
"I could do it. I could reach out my hands and wring that scrawny little neck of his. Alternatively, I could use the tiny fishing knife and rid him at one swipe to his jugular. After all, it was he who caused our misery in the first place."
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