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Lana was out of our hair sooner than I thought.
She didn’t let me stay for the interview. I had to distract myself with
something, and tha..
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She had found something that would mean she'd never be poor again - but there was a catch. There was always a catch. Gods know they would come back to..
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Coleridge is unusually quiet tonight.
The clouds have gathered overhead, and the city
will probably be receiving a soft downpour in the minut..
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Words, maybe, echo to
me through the hazy fog of my dreams as my eye lids slowly pull apart and I rub
them with the back of my hand. Sharp light..
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The warmth from before
hasn’t left me, even with the fire dead and the blanket wrapped around Mitch.
I’m finishing up the last fight..
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I grew up in a broken household. My father was never
around, and when he was, mother and he fought often. Their voices were always
loud enough t..
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Things didn’t go up in life after the council had
taken me away from my family. The days were replaced with training, and
transfusions the..
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Tonight,
feels longer than any other night. I sit on the balcony, watching as the busy
streets become less busy. People say their goodnights. So..
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My
breathing is ragged, fingers balled into the sheets. Sweat drips down my skin,
my throat sore from yelling. I could snap in two with how arch..
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If
I pace anymore I’ll be making a rut into the floorboards, but I can’t help it
waiting for Mitch to finish up her make up. Ire is ..
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