scared and wild
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Last published Sat, Jan 14, 2017
Lesi hid in the secret bunker of the Aero.
it had seemed like minutes, hours had passed. She sat in silence not making a single noise.
and in that moment she prayed to whatever god was up there.
that she could survive this. she'd survived many things.
but this. This.
She wasn't completely sure.
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