Dangerous Places
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Última atualização ter, ago 17, 2021
I ran, away from the mansion not even stopping when I hear Wix calling my name. "I tried my hardest Mom, Just like you said I should!" I screamed out from the edge of the cliff. "But I still failed!" I yelled. I dropped onto the dirty ground and knew what I had to do. I had to kill that damned rose.
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