Jericho Writers

Aria crept closer, she asked was the girl okay. Her head rested on the pavement, her eyes lethargic in their movement. Aria came close enough to squat and whisper to her when she heard the girl mumbling something. ... all but her voice was weak. ‘Ma ei tea sind.’ She stuttered through words and stumbled back. A newborn fawn in her wobbling ... ................
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