Sad Savior
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Last published Sun, Aug 24, 2014
“Skin against skin covering bone, on the body you're in, is aggressively slim. Yeah, you earned the clothes you put on it. Cover up where you've been. Leave those scars at home, let them slide down the length of your spine, cross your knees and down to your feet. They slow our momentum each time.You're reminded they're there.”
She’s nothing special. She’s just Sadie, you know, the girl who killed my uncle, then tried to kill me? But she’s weak. That Sadie is weak. So I captured her, she’s mine. And I’m going to make damn sure I’ll stop her. No more lives will be lost.
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