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15 Minutes To Death?

15 Minutes To Death?

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Tess is a young scientist returning home from a conference. Little does she know that she has captured the eyes of a criminal. Her aim: Live through the night. But she is oblivious to the fact that all it takes is 15 minutes to change her life. ~ Hehe. I'm bad at writing descriptions. Surprisingly, this came out pretty good.~ This is my first story. I wrote it when I was 15. So, please be considerate. I'm open to suggestions and criticism (Just be polite, please). I would love to know your opinion. Thanks for reading! And Hope you like it!
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