Jericho Writers

Aria crept closer, she asked was the girl okay. Her head rested on the pavement, her eyes lethargic in their movement. ... all but her voice was weak. ‘Ma ei tea sind.’ She stuttered through words and stumbled back. A newborn fawn in her wobbling. Aria held her hands up and forced a smile. ... But she stood there like a puppy unsure why it ... ................
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