After an explosion, when the dust settles, events flow over a new riverbed. Nothing is quite the same.
The powderkeg inside Franck had been building. A simple traffic jam was about to light the fuse.
Nice hat, big boy. The breathy smirk in her voice always steamed him. She'd say it out of the corner of her mouth while brushing past him on her way o…
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