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@icarialex - Harley
“Listen, this probably isn’t how you expected to spend your Saturday, but I was lucky enough to snag a download of a game I didn’t know existed until this very day,” Joanna said, skidding a couple of feet toward Harley to make this announcement. “The experienced that you never asked for but are now forced to play through with me... Arm Joe, the fighting game based on Les Miserables. Yes, it’s real. Yes it apparently supports multiplayer.”
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They were talking about her game when he kissed her and her world stopped for a few minutes. The way his arms wrapped around her waist, the way his lips moved against her. She was addicted to him. When he kissed her, she kissed back, wrapping arms around his neck, pressing her small body against him. She gasped when his tongue danced with her. Kissing him was an addiction she didn’t want to stop.
Death
She was woken up by person who pressed her little body tightly into her bed’s mattress. Charlotte couldn’t scream or breath, she was trying to freed herself from stranger’s grip as that person was doing something painful to her left wrist. Along the way she had to passed out because when she woke up she was alone and above her bed on the wall was red smiling face. Little girl run quickly to her parents bedroom where she saw her mother’s body spread across bed, all in blood and bigger smiling face on the wall just above the bed. Little blonde girl screamed and her father found her like that: standing barefoot with blood pouring from her little wrist in the middle of the master bedroom repeating word ‘death’ like mantra. She was four and half when she met death for first time.
