please forgive me for these sucky chapters; lo siento mis amigos pero mi inspiración se fue de vacaciones m;;
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The nail polish on her left index finger is chipped.
"Sam?"
Her chapped lips twitch.
"Sam?"
An inky black has replaced deep amethyst; a grin so out of place stretches across her blood speckled face, and it. Promises. Hell.
"Kid... that ain't your friend anymore."
