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WHAT WE MADE

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Hora 1h 32m

LECTURAS 122
Votos 9
Partes 9
Hora 1h 32m

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SEQUEL TO WHAT WE HAD

"What happened?" The little kid asked. He had brown messy hair and green eyes. He was a bit bigger and taller than me. 
I wiped the tear away and shrugged, no sound escaping my lips. I pointed to the bruise and redness on my knees. 

"Who was it?" He asked. I shrugged again, another tear rolling down my cheeks. He grabbed my hand and lead me back to the playground. His hand was very soft. 

"Just point him out for me, Maddie. I will protect you from anyone until day I die!" 

That was years ago. Little did I know... he meant it. Those green eyes came right back to haunt me. Whether I liked it or not.Todos los derechos reservados

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