Destiny Gill

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“We got three, Bun,” he says happily, taking my bottom lip between his teeth. “They can never get us again. They can never get you again.” He emphasizes me, as if I was the only one affected, but staring into his eyes, drowning inside their depths, I see I’m the only one who matters to him. Everything he’s done⁠— He's done for me.
The Death of Us
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