Don't Rain on My Parade

Don't Rain on My Parade

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WpMetadataNoticeDernière publication mar., nov. 8, 2016
Randy grabbed your hand and ran into the woods. You were both panting and cramped by the time you stopped. "We're okay now. We're fine." She gasped. "Yeah, sure we are. They were right behind us, Randy!! And I'm sure that they're not very far behind us right now! Why did we even stop?!" Panic flashed through her eyes. "CRAP. You're right. We need to-" Randy gasped instead of finishing her sentence. She looked down and a thick crimson liquid ran down her chin. "RANDY!! No no no, nononono..." you leaned in closer to her and caught her from falling. "Randy, listen to me. I need you to stay awake. Don't let your eyes close. Randy. Please. PLEASE!" It was too late. Your friend was dead, and it was all because of the seekers. MADE BY ASHLEY
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