Her conscience...
The gentle breeze tickled her skin quietly like a ninja as she grimaced in pain. It was a sad cold night, and she knew but had no energy left to…
The gentle breeze tickled her skin quietly like a ninja as she grimaced in pain. It was a sad cold night, and she knew but had no energy left to…
The piano was out of tune, though it didn’t prevent Old Mac from hammering the keys with calloused hands, beating out a good approximation…
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