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SASHA

I spit red onto the snow. It takes mere seconds for the fresh flurries to bury it. Another bloodstain for this godforsaken city to swallow forever.

Ariel’s footsteps fade around the corner. Her scent lingers, though. Peaches. Always fucking peaches.

Pridi obratno ko mne, I want to roar. Com...

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