They were in the car, just in case I started to feel insecure. She was still about my size, with honey-blond hair and a figure that was both petite and full-figured. Those names aren't going to belong to any of the dead. I dreamed, dreamed of Damian.
It was my confession, so I didn't have to meet his eyes, since it was my pain and not his. You can't run. I think to keep from gripping me. Logically, I was safe, but logic isn't always what wins when you're scared.
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