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~ My Life, My Story ~

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~ My Life, My Story ~ ~ My Life, My Story ~ Selasa, 19 April 2016 Reading Day 1 I called Ben into the room. “Nothing,” I told him. “And I checked . . . everywhere.” “What about her throat?” Ben said quietly. He could hear the residual rage in my voice. He got that he was talking to a crazy person and had to tread lightly. “Right before she fainted, she said her throat hurt.” I nodded. “I looked. There’s no pellet in her, Ben.” “Are you positive? ‘My throat hurts’ is a very weird thing for a freezing, malnourished kid to say the minute she shows up.” He sidled over to the bed, I don’t know, maybe because he was concerned I might jump him in a moment of misplaced fury. Not that that’s ever happened. He gingerly pressed one hand to her forehead while prying her mouth open with the other. Stuck his eye close. “Hard to see anything,” he muttered. Read More » Posted by Unknown at Selasa, April 19, 2016 Tidak ada komentar: Kirimkan Ini lewat Email BlogThis! ...

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