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Stitches (Sequel to Scars) (YandereXReader)
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En cours d'écriture, Publié initialement sept. 09, 2019
"y/n.." he gripped my arm tightly and smiled. 

"It really all wasn't meant to be like this, or end up like this." his face slowly twisted up into despair and fear. The man who once stalked was now the man who fell.
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