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JulieLe6
Jan 04, 2013 03:25AM
I figure its dawn as I stifle a yawn, I smell an aroma of fruits and slip into my boots, I watch the pouring rain and hear a 'choo choo' train, I step outside and look to my side to hear a howl from...View all Conversations
Story by Julie Le
Death. (on hold)
Introduction:
Death was the only word that repeated in Katrina's mind the same words haunted her ove...