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Each breath was a fugitive from her lips, a scar for which his skin screamed in agony, tortured by another moment she didn’t know his name.
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Dec 5, 2015
Dec 5, 2015 at 2:08 PM UTC
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Each breath was a fugitive from her lips, a scar for which his skin screamed in agony, tortured by another moment she didn’t know his name.
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Dec 5, 2015
Dec 5, 2015 at 2:08 PM UTC
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