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- he was eighteen his cheeks blushed with embarrassment which quickly stroke his eyes with fire it erupted like a volcano to his hand where it curled up as fist of anger soon to hit me like thunder - and I eleven
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Jun 11, 2015
Jun 11, 2015 at 12:11 PM UTC
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- he was eighteen his cheeks blushed with embarrassment which quickly stroke his eyes with fire it erupted like a volcano to his hand where it curled up as fist of anger soon to hit me like thunder - and I eleven
Written: June 11. - 2015
#anger#violence
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Clindballe
Jun 11, 2015
Jun 11, 2015 at 12:11 PM UTC
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