Warm Bodies: The Little Brown Bear
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"You asked me once..." he said in a quiet voice, "about the stories here." Swallowing, she nodded, "And you said-" "Some of them aren't very nice," R finished, his voice barely above a whisper as his eyes rose to meet hers...
This is one of those not nice stories.
This is a sequel to my first fanfic Warm Bodies: Awakening. Be sure to read that before reading this ;) Rated M for language/intense violence. Copious hurt/comfort, and many surprises. And above all, love.
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