The End of the Beginning { Ruby Rose }
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  • LECTURAS 93
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  • Hora 5m
Continúa, Has publicado oct 17, 2018
It was cold and I knew I was in the wrong part of town. I pulled my jacket tighter as I looked around. I had never been easily scared before, but tonight... something was different. Chills ran through me. And then a single gunshot cut the air.
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