The end, finally. Finally. He dropped his pack, spat a mouthful of blood on the sand, and hoped to hell this time he wouldn’t be saved.
Manya Lisse did NOT need another source of procrastination.
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by Manya Lisse
by Manya Lisse
The end, finally. Finally. He dropped his pack, spat a mouthful of blood on the sand, and hoped to hell this time he wouldn’t be saved.
Manya Lisse did NOT need another source of procrastination.