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P R I C K

A giant figure passes her in the hall he sends disguised smiles to everyone, People see him as honest, but she can see through his ruse.. His eyes even mask his intentions, something no one but her could see through.. A delicate step was all it would take, as she knew his past, present, and future.. She took her chance, and as she gazed into his eyes, she was looking through the windows to his soul.. Only to utter one word, sealing his fate for life, P r i c k.
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LAB-EXTREME
122 / F
Published
Mar 23, 2016
Lines·Words
20·91
Notes

REPOSTED TO FIX ERRORS.

You thought this was a love story, right?

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#love#sad#funny#angry#prick#rude
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