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Stories by HarleyAndOreos
Walking on the grave of my fallen...
Margi Dickson's father left for the war the day of her birth. Also known as the day her mother died. She was...
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Every night I have a dream. It's not a normal dream. It's not the monster under my bed or in my closet. No it...
Who I shouldn't be, I am.
"Who do you think I am."
"I think your someone who'll protect me from things that can harm me...