Stacie

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Her feelings for him are ugly things hidden beneath the rib cage, love and hate stitched together in a scar tissue puzzle. They hurt, wept, and bled together. The truth festered there until the pain was unrelenting and shame blossomed out of control like black fungus from keeping secrets hidden in that darkness where no light or justice ever shines.
We Are Wolves
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