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- Parts 2
- Time <5 mins
Ongoing, First published Jan 03, 2015
She doesn't care. Dark red lips, messy blond hair, pocketknife and lighter in her back pocket. Her laugh doesn't make you smile, it gives you chills. She calls you baby because she hates your filthy guts. She'll kiss you senseless, then walk away like nothing happened. She says she's 18, but her eyes are dark with centuries of secrets. Who could ever imagine what she actually is. Or was. He can. But he's got secrets of his own.All Rights Reserved
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