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While growing up whispered words from others were not unexpected. The scar the divided my back was a beacon for unwanted stares and unavoid
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“Please.” I begged pulling my best puppy dog face, my fangs only slightly suspended. He liked them like that. His dark cinnamon eyes traced my body and then back to my face. He shook his head and laughed. “You know how I fee
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I couldn’t remember falling asleep in this motel at all yet here I was strung out all over the small queen size bed. Laying face down sniffing the bleach on the comforter, I wondered why I was here. The stinging of my bruisedby Mae Rayne 400 words, 3 comments, on Oct 12 2:41 PM 2007
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please don't read yet. It won't really make sense.by Mae Rayne 100 words, 3 comments, on Aug 14 9:48 PM 2007. In Unfinished
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by Mae Rayne <100 words, 1 comment, on Jul 5 7:29 PM 2007
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Rikelanders: Those exiled to the Rike, the place outside of the quarantine. I am one of them, and this is my story.
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