Between The Sketches (discontinued.. )
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Last published Wed, Nov 22, 2017
~Inspired by my dream.
It was the heartbroken girl and it was the mysterious neighbor. Tears caught up in her throat, she wants to scream... But she can't. In and out the man goes, nobody knows his story or what's his motive.
"Let me show you something" he says, with that soft voice of his and she follows him. It's crazy how this vibe thing works, it's like you just look at the creature and... Click, you're inseparable.
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