I escaped the grasp of the Grim Reaper with only a second-degree burn on my right forearm and a sizzling sensation in my lungs from the gasoline pollution.
ESTÁ A LER
Short Storied 2
ContoA short story in a series of written rage, sadness, and pure misery.
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I escaped the grasp of the Grim Reaper with only a second-degree burn on my right forearm and a sizzling sensation in my lungs from the gasoline pollution.
