Enthralled by the black, almost pupilless eyes Jen stood as if petrified. “Loneliness is the ugliest there is. Nothing is as disgusting as those who leave,” Fury snarl. Unbidden Jen’s hands come down to cover the cold hands on her hips, subconsciously rubbing the pale skin, trying to infuse some warmth into it.
Today's Word: Experience
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