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Sheep In Wolves Clothing

Sheep In Wolves Clothing

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Many year will pass and I could still remember it all as clear as yesterday. The first time we met the first kiss we shared our first second and third fight. Everything but the one thing that still stands clear in my mind which I wish I could forget is the day everything almost completely fell apart. If something hadn't told me to check on you where would we be now...?where would I be...? I guess I should start from the begin for those of you reading this. Well it's a long story so buckle up and get ready for a bumpy ride. This story is not all sunshine and rainbows though it does have its moments. ...well here we fucking go Disclaimer Oh also I don't own the cover art or any of the art you may see in the chapters
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The First

I was the first. I arrived in the Glade, and there was nothing and... no one. I remembered nothing about who I was, who my parents were, what happened. A few days I remembered my name, and that's it. That's all that ever came back. There were four walls surrounding me with only one exit. I wanted to go through, so I did, in hopes of finding my way out. What I found lurking on the other side was not an exit but something much worse. I found my way back, and I spent the next month fending for myself. Food, water, a temporary shelter. After a month, someone else arrived, and this person arrived with supplies. Every month a new person was sent up. Every arrival was the same as mine. They couldn't remember anything. I was the first one here, and that means that I call the shots, I make the rules, and I run the place.

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