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| Ch. # | Chapter Title | Word Count | Reviews |
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| 1 |
False Pretense You don’t get angry at the girl with the dead father and the cut up hand. Because, of course, that was all to the story, and I’d probably crack and try to kill everyone if I got my ickle feelings hurt. Of course. |
3,830 | 2 |
| 2 |
Facing Brutality “Oh, I’m sure that’s what he tells you,” I was at a loss of words, and I immediately wanted to punch myself; was a 6th year bimbo really killing me at a verbal joust? |
3,332 | 0 |
| 3 |
Enduring It All I lifted my head and opened my eyes. The light stung my eyes like it should have this morning. After a few blinks, I recognized beds and a smell of fabric softener and lemons. We were in the hospital wing. |
3,454 | 1 |
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