Selena Spiropoulos

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All she had to do was die, and with death would come the end of the pain, but they would have to live with the memory of it. Of her. So, she’d swallowed the bitterness and rage down—mostly—and tried to give them as many good days and things to remember her by as she could.
For Whom the Belle Tolls
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