Tick, Tock.(H.S.)
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Última publicación dom, ene 15, 2017
"We've got our own personal danger monitor now boys." he chuckled.
"How do you know when something bads gonna happen boss?"
I watched as he glanced over at me, a smirk on his pink lips, the man slowly following his gaze.
I felt the aura coming over me and I spun around on my heels and whisper the only words I have been for the past twelve years,
'Tick, Tock.'
He was unbreakable.... And she was already broken.
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