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Blake has nothing in common with anyone, except maybe Satan.
It was the fuel he needed for whatever fire he was about to start.
I wipe the saliva from my face and try not to think too hard on whether I just pissed myself.
Their mouths are slack, making their final screams permanent.
“They wanted to see the world burn . . . well, they can be the kindling.”
reverse tattoo, taking the color with it.
