Dead Shot.
I've been having too many dreams lately where people or animals die.
In the first one, Fraser died in my arms. I could feel his whole body shake at each pounding heartbeat, growing further and further apart, before the last one lay his body limp. It was slow and sad; the kind of slow and sad like falling to your knees, choking on the river down ( Read more... )
In the first one, Fraser died in my arms. I could feel his whole body shake at each pounding heartbeat, growing further and further apart, before the last one lay his body limp. It was slow and sad; the kind of slow and sad like falling to your knees, choking on the river down ( Read more... )
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Secondly, you're going to have to start saying nice things about me in this thing, because I can be nice sometimes, I swear. You need to document my occasional niceness, so the world knows.
I love you, Bengal.
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