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I’ll love you
“Where do you go from here? Into oblivion. Where no one  can hurt you except...
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“First Stone.” Fiction. Based on a True Releasing of the First Stone.
She’s a murderer Cold hearted, quick draw, killer. It’s become an art over the years,...
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“Vows.” Fiction. Based on a True Love.
I invited you to tea and of course, I paid, then spilled it across the...
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Wanting Everything
My mother lights the first shaky candle, and sets it in my hands. She turns...
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