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I am munching on the very last of the Snickers bar that Maxon had once stocked up on. He had told me, "We must be all prepared for a zombie apocalypse," as he hid the chocolate in the fridge under my bed.
Bet he didn't think it could be useful this way.
Even the food is over, Maxon.
I would be over too.
Soon.
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Blue
Short StoryHer solace was the tears she shed in the middle of the night, when she knew there was no one to listen to her sobs or notice her wet pillow.. He found salvation in the blood that often oozed out of his hand. When their paths meet, will the blood be...
