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“Aimee, go ahead and cry. Don’t hold it in, that will just make it hurt more.” I shook my head against his chest. “It’s never solved anything before, it won’t solve anything no
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We buried the girl at the edge of the clearing, marking her grave with a notch of a cross in the tree she lay under. Sheathing my knife carefully, I watched Adam out of the cor
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8:3o AM, I slammed the door shut to my house, and walked down the pathway towards the forest near it, fighting back tears that wanted to escape. It was sad really; with all of
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