Concrete Angel

Concrete Angel

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You know when you just can't take it anymore,when questions just make it worse.Thats the definition of me.How rude of me,my name is Alice and as you can see,my life sucks.I have brown hair ,green eyes and Allways wear jeans and sweaters.I like the ones with animals or food on them,Ha Ha those one are so Cute!
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"It's ok if you hate me Mitch. I get it." I looked up at him to see him staring at me an unreadable expression on his face. "But you have to understand I did what I had to do to save thousands of lives. I chose a crappy beach with shitty weather on a dumb island instead of a train station, an airport, or a fucking preschool." My voice began to come out shakey from all the anger I had. "You deserve to hate me. Hell, I hate me. But dont think for a second you know the real me." I do not own any american assasin or atomic blonde story lines or characters except for my own

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