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Meredith: None But the Lonely Heart

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GoldenVengeance

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"Time is of the essence.  It is full of many presents.  Some blow up in our faces.  Others give loving embraces." - Theresa Ann Moore

You're a seemingly ordinary woman on a bullet train.  But what the rest of the train doesn't know is that for the last several years, you have been caught up in a storm of grief and rage...and you are done pretending you can forgive and forget.

You're on this train because you want to show a bunch of assassins what a very, very angry civilian is made up of.

What you don't know is that you may end up finding hope again in the unlikeliest of places.Todos los derechos reservados

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