The Tallest Jump
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Last published Thu, Aug 8, 2024
What if nobody cares? What if you die and its just a subheading in the newspapers, and that's it?
The tallest jump is a promise, no matter the cost, no matter the consequences, some people will be revenged.
This is the Story of James and Amie, two addicts trying to get through life, but then, the things take a dark turn as one of them choses to end it all. But it can't just be accepted...right?
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