MARY, MARY

MARY, MARY

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she didn't want to go; there was mold, dirt, and loud children. now that she's there, she never wants to leave because every night, at 23:59, the clocks stopped.
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It was supposed to be one night. 'You fuck, then you leave. Simple' Right? But nothing was simple with them. She wanted this. Dreamed of it. Crafted it in the dark corners of her mind, waiting for the moment she could reach out and take-him, the night, the power. And she did. But desire is a wicked thing. Control is a illusion. And the universe has other plans. A story of power, unstoppable desire, and the destruction that tastes like a drug.

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