The breeze was mild on her face and she wanted more of it. Her desire for more brought her outside at about 11:15pm that fateful day. She wondered in the night; she did this often these days, since her dad is barely around to caution her stroll. He is often with his secret love; he wouldn't tell her - ''she wouldn't approve of it'' he once thought to himself.
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Showing posts with label Unfortunate night. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Unfortunate night. Show all posts
Thursday, 23 July 2015
#DiaryOfTheHostage (The unfortunate Night - Andrew Sylvester) #CHAPTER 1
The breeze was mild on her face and she wanted more of it. Her desire for more brought her outside at about 11:15pm that fateful day. She wondered in the night; she did this often these days, since her dad is barely around to caution her stroll. He is often with his secret love; he wouldn't tell her - ''she wouldn't approve of it'' he once thought to himself.
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