Full Brutal

by Kristopher Triana

I made crying sounds of my own, reminding her I too was just a girl.

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Brittany chuckled. “Is that an actual newspaper?” “Yeah,” Dakota said. “My dad still gets them. This is the local one.” “I didn’t think they even made those anymore.”

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They would be too blissed out to sense danger. Their bodies were petite and soft, still transforming out of childhood.

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