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Until The Sky Swallows us I will Love You | Night Ten - Antasia
Michael is making tea in our kitchen. He’s tense, and he’s not happy with me. I can tell from across the room. The woman is sitting next t...
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He held me close while I fell asleep last night. Or at least I think he did. All these memories come and go, washing in and out like the ...
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We are always being watched. Even when the fog invades my mind and traps me in the dark, I know this. We are being watched. When Michael loo...
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