GeorginaMilson
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- Mar 13, 2011
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She was beautiful. Her long blonde hair flowed past her broad shoulders and outlined her pretty face, her pretty pale face. Her eyes were open; they were big with the word fear written all over them. I wanted her. I carefully stepped over her lifeless body, picked it up and chucked it in the back of my muddy truck. As the moon shone through the swaying trees and guided me back to the forest road, I turned on the radio and thought to myself at last. She was mine.
what do you guys reckon ? if so where would i go with it next ?
what do you guys reckon ? if so where would i go with it next ?