This is a tale of a girl who had the kiss of death instilled in her and now she is a slave to "The Grim's" Love
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Death was his name.1 / They called him the reaper. 2 / It seemed that everyone he touched ended up alone or worse yet, dead.3 /
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{Part Three}
Pale Rider700 words, 2 comments, on Jul 22 12:36 PM 2008. In Dark, Death, First person, Love, Other, Short story, Teen
