Just my Type
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Last published Mon, Feb 25, 2019
Ryan felt as if time had gone by in slow motion, his mouth hanging open as the blue tipped bullet flew towards him. He barely felt the impact in his chest, too enraptured by the smirk that played the lips of the dark figure.
"Bang," That dark figure had mouthed.
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