Nicky

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The day she died, my heart was torn from my body, and for twelve months, I felt like I was physically dying from the pain in my chest. It still hurt after that, but when they sent us here, I could dull the pain with Marlow’s super drug and girls. If I can hold her—just for a second—maybe I will know it’s really her.
G.O.D.S: Gifted. Obedient. Deadly. Students. (G.O.D.S, #1)
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