Abandoned

LECTURES 69
Votes 3
Chapitres 3
Durée 7m

LECTURES 69
Votes 3
Chapitres 3
Durée 7m

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My breath comes out in slow heaving sobs. I can see the warm mist of my breath in front of me. I sit in the alley until sunrise, when I've calmed down. The sound of traffic shoothes me to sleep.
I hear footsteps approaching.Tous Droits Réservés

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