IN A MILLION PIECES
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Ongoing9m
Last published Wed, Aug 9, 2023
A destruction, a loss, a true love and a world nothing like the one Brooklyn used to know.
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Suddenly I hear a sound, I stop immediately. I'm out in the open, nowhere to go, just little me all alone. I'm scared, really scared.
A hand reaches my mouth from behind and I scream at the top of my lungs, but nothing leaves my mouth, not a single sound.
"Save the screaming for later, baby", a deep voice says.
I'm freaking out.
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