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... neck, wishing to hide in a hard shell. free𝚠𝚎𝚋𝒏𝚘ѵ𝐞l.𝑐om
But she didn't have a shell. She was just flesh and blood.
"I'm sorry. I'm so sorry. Please let me go." There was no trace of blood on Lynda's face, and her breath seemed to become weak.
When the man squatted down in front of her, Lynda seemed to have entered the infernal hell, and the eyes of death pierced a hole in her body.
"Which hand pressed the record?" The calmer John's tone was, the creepier it ...
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