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Tailspin

Tailspin

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WpMetadataNoticeLast published Mon, Apr 3, 2017
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Fantasy
"Chaos is an angel who fell in love with a demon." ~ Fitting in had never been easy for him. He was the lonely kid, the mysterious one. My instincts told me to approach him and befriend him. It wasn't easy, but when it finally happened, I discovered knowledge that should have never been spoken. Now my perception of the world is so obstreperous, I think I'm losing my mind. N/B: this is a mixture of both paranormal and fantasy. I could only choose one genre, so I chose fantasy as it dominates.
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