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Have you ever thought about what life would be like if you hadn’t left?
“Don’t let go, Michael.” he says.
Cinching the skin on his back, your nails dig in as deep as they can.
Don’t let go.Do you remember staring at the rain: those liquid grenades descending and exploding on the gravel, the smell of dirt and wet pavement thick under your nose? ( Read more... )
“Don’t let go, Michael.” he says.
Cinching the skin on his back, your nails dig in as deep as they can.
Don’t let go.Do you remember staring at the rain: those liquid grenades descending and exploding on the gravel, the smell of dirt and wet pavement thick under your nose? ( Read more... )
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