mardi 28 mai 2019

I could keep the world balanced on my nose

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'Then, suddenly, the voices go, and instead it’s a lone familiar Scottish accent that speaks to her, soothing, gentle.

Look at her eyes.

She does, and just before unconsciousness sends her tilting into Ryan’s waiting arms she sees the shadow behind Yaz’s eyes and the smirk on her usually open, gentle face.

There’s something wrong with Yaz.'

Words: 3581, Chapters: 1/3, Language: English

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