Bound By A Gift
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Last published Sun, Apr 16, 2017
Run Spectrem! Run." My mother yelled. "NO! MOM!" She pushed me away from her dying body. "Take your sister. Go. I love you my darling. I will always be in your heart. I'll hold them off for as long as I can my love. Be strong, Be brave." She said and her body started to glow she stood up and sent a wall of light protecting us. "GO!" She yelled. I grabbed my 5 year old sister and ran. We ran as fast as her little legs could run.
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