Delilah
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Last published Fri, Jan 23, 2015
"Delilah, you will never speak of your past again. I swear if you do...it'll be the last thing you say to anyone other than me."
"I hate you August. That'll be the last thing I say to you." I spit in his face.
August smashes my body against the closet door and looks deep into my eyes.
"Don't be stupid 'Lilah. Choose your words wisely with me. You know how I badly your body hurts after I beat you."
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