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Void [dark dylan o'brien]
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Ongoing, First published Aug 09, 2014
"Why can't you be nice?!" she asked me pacing around her room.

"Because... I can't." he said looking down.

"Why not?" her voice lowered down and sat down beside me.

"Because... I have no nice in me... Only the bad." he looked to the opposite side of where she is. She furrowed her eyebrows and put her mouth in a thin line.
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