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Talli [The Tryst With Destiny ]
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Prologue
Heyyy Guys
Breanna IS Back yet again with today's special episode of St. Louiis Univesity (Speaking on her video Camera in a VJ Tone)
To the viewers wondering why St. Louis is so happening today is Coz TODAY IS THE MUCH AWAITED Annual Sport Meet my god the sun is llethally HOTT!
Oh well who do we have here...
WHAT HAPPENED AFTER THAT BREANNA GIVE ME THE BLODDY DETAILS WE ARE NOT HERE FOR THE MILLS AND BOONS
There was a freaking MASSACRE 4 dead 29 injured and 13 fighting for their lives tell us something that would help!
Yes, this is not a diary note or a sunny day this was my confession of 23/12/2107.
I Breanna D'souza a Fourth Year Engineering Student was at an 'unspecified location' with bruizes on my forehead, minor injuries to the lower calf Tremblimbling not at being questioned but at the sight of what i had witnessed today!
The Blood Shed
Never was i so scared of my own kind so much!
And never had I known that humans were capable of such brutality
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