The Dead Life
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Last published Thu, Dec 8, 2016
"Matt...? Are you- oh my god! What's wrong?" Matt turned to look at me. "Leave," he said while leaning over the balcony. "leave me alone. Go, Lana." I walked towards him, but he fired back at me. "Stop! Listen to me , for god's sake!" "Fine," I nodded and walked out.
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