Leandra Parsons

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grab a kitchen knife from the last box I put in my car and stab it through his right tire. It deflates immediately. “Fuck you,” I mutter under my breath, shaking with a brutal sense of helplessness before a single tear rolls down my cheek. Oh my God, what have I done?
The Deepest End of Love (The Brightest Light #3)
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