Was it Just a Dream?
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Ongoing5m
Last published Tue, Mar 31, 2015
"What were you thinking? Why would you burn all of our memories? How could you do this?" But all of Ash's rambling seemed to have had no effect on Cam. " What is wrong with you." exclaimed Ash as a last attempt to find out what was going on. She gazed in Cam's eyes, the usual crystal blue, now appeared to be pitch black. Her skin color had turned goulish.
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