Caitlin

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A sharp knock comes at the passenger-side door. When I look up to see who the fuck is out here this late at night, my bones chill. His smile is crooked and all too familiar. My scars burn and my breath catches in my lungs. His eyes are as blue as my own, but altered, evil. I will never escape him.
The Fabric of Our Souls
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