I'm Destined- ON HOLD FOR A TINY BIT
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Última publicación mié, mar 20, 2013
"While he's distracted, I shove him to the side and grab the vase next to me, smashing in on his chest. Blood trickles down his shirt, but that's when I realise it's not his blood. It's mine. Large gashes are on my hands and wrists. I groan at the burning sensation they bring. The guy shoves me and grabs my woollen top, pinning me against the wall. He gets in my face, growling. I press myself further against the wall, wanting to be sucked into it. "
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