MUTE & SCARS~~I.RASPUTIN
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Last published Tue, Oct 6, 2020
mute1 (adj)
A mute is a person who does not speak, either from an inability to speak or an unwillingness to speak.
scar (n)
a mark left on the skin or within body tissue where a wound, burn, or sore has not healed completely and fibrous connective tissue has developed.
ILLYANA RASPUTIN X OC (ALYDIA)
Updates might be a little longer than usual sinse school,and covid-19 made my brain shut down so yeah.
none of this belongs to me, except Alydia and her nightmares.
I might change some lines to her instead of the other characters.
thank you for reading my book
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