Fallen From Forgotten Storms. ( #wattys2018 )
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{ The effects and memories of a ticking-time bomb}
Alex was a masterpiece, even to say that is an understatement. But the villain in her body shown no mercy. In the end, I tried to hide it from Alex, but secretly, as it killed her, it was killing me too.
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