Trail Blazers

Trail Blazers

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When the air of readiness brews over them , you'll know who they are When they, in some way , find solutions to objection and questions, you'll know who they are When you see them , by their words and actions, you'll know who they are They are nothing more than the Trail Blazers /Treil bleizas/ In the world where you have to find ways of accepting the future and burying off the not so far off memories, you might want to seek them. Yomade;"I seem to be the girl he'll bet an arm for if this was a game to see if I'd like Dunsin or not but clearly and frankly, dangerously, I have just fallen recklessly in love with him". Tiara;" I tried to shake it off and believe she didn't mean to torture me, it was just an unfortunate coincidence, melancholy even. The monster's voice always came crawling back. Damn! " Marcus;" I must say, usted es muy Bonita(you're very beautiful)" " What was the jail term for murder again? Could someone remind me please. I need to know how long I'll be gone after this show. How long I'll be away for her". *" In the long run, be sure to hunt the right one so that the hunter will not become the hunted and the predator, the prey......."*
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She doesn't remember the sun. Her world has always been four walls and a locked door. No windows. No choices. No voice. The only time she was allowed to leave was when her pain meant saving her sister-or when she'd been "good enough" to earn it. They took her words early on. Beat them out of her until silence became survival. Then one night, everything changed A break-in. A gunshot. A breath of air colder than she'd ever felt. And suddenly, she was alone-left by a riverbank like forgotten trash. That's where he found her. Cruel. Cold. Powerful. A man with blood on his hands and no space for weakness. The kind of man other men fear: a mafia boss with no room for broken things. But he took her in. He doesn't know her story. Doesn't ask why she flinches when he raises his voice or why she can't speak. But for reasons he can't explain, he tries to fix what the world destroyed. She's silent. He's ruthless. And somehow, they both understand each other. Because sometimes the most shattered souls speak the loudest without saying a word.

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