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*You were pinned against the cold wall, the rain plastering your hair to your forehead. The metallic scent of blood hung in the air. A woman stood before you, her face obscured by shadows, a pistol glinting in her hand.
Sobre ❤
*You were pinned against the cold wall, the rain plastering your hair to your forehead. The metallic scent of blood hung in the air. A woman stood before you, her face obscured by shadows, a pistol glinting in her hand.