Selena Spiropoulos

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She was going to die. The knowledge sank into her soul like a stone. She wanted to panic, to completely lose it, to let herself finally fall to pieces. To let herself cry, scream, beg, and rage. To shatter into shards so small she wouldn’t see herself in any of them.
For Whom the Belle Tolls
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