FREED
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Last published Fri, Nov 1, 2013
Brendon felt cold. He blame his self for the death of his friend.
What could it take to have been healed? What measures must it take, if healing corresponds to something the society don't accept? Would you accept something wrong, if this wrong would make things right?
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