The Innocent Can Never Last
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MatureComplete Fri, Dec 27, 20195h 47m
"Hello?"
"Anna..." I moaned, as the room started to spin.
"Hi, baby, what's wrong?" my sister's voice suddenly sounded worried.
"Anna...it hurts..." I sobbed, as I was blinded by white-hot light.
"What hurts, baby, what hurts?" Anna asked, in a panicky voice.
I was about to reply, when a final surge of pain shot through my body. I screamed, and then everything went black, and I knew no more.
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