Ashleigh

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I crowd her, fully and completely, and the little sliver of a thread left, the one wrapped around my sanity, the one that’s been thinning and splitting hair by fucking hair since the day she took over my mind... it snaps. Splits in fucking two and all that’s left is her. Me. And greed. I slam my mouth to hers and she gasps, but not a second’s hesitation comes from her.
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