Sudden Symphony (Another Symphony)
- LECTURAS 230
- Votos 29
- Partes 21
"The car ride. The car ride was devastating. I sat in the back seat crying... no sobbing. I even saw Rose Summer shed a tear, Rose Summer never cries.
But I suppose I should start from the beginning."
Warnings: gore, violence, death, cuss words, and drug usages
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