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Put on some fucking clothes, he used to say, but his eyes would wander. He would look, because he was a red-blooded man. He would let his eyes drift over exposed rib and bared, scarred skin. Because. But he always … Continue reading
Jori pulled the van to a lurching stop, and the other vans did the same — off to the side of the road, out of habit, not because anyone else would be driving along. “Go back!” Thuy shouted. “We have … Continue reading
Our little caravan of fighters, of survivors, sped away on streets of winterdust, leaving behind the crossroads of Nothington, headed east as fast as we could go. A few people cried in the back, adrenaline finally fading. Eli kept touching … Continue reading
We had been chanting for what felt like hours. My voice was close to giving out and Jori was shaking. One of the girls that Thuy brought–her name was Lydia or Libby or something–was bleeding pink foam from the corner … Continue reading