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Devotion
They say that the way to a man’s heart is through his stomach, and I guess that I was lucky enough that it was true. Dean was always hungry, and I was an excellent cook. He’d paw all over me when I was in the kitchen, soft, sweet kisses down the back of my neck…
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Messiah
He was chosen. That’s what he’d always say when he closed and locked my bedroom door. He was chosen, and I was lucky. He had all the keys, and they’d jingle around on a long chain that hung from his neck as he walked. They’d jingle as he moved closer, so loud that they’d cover…
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Poverty
There is nothing to worry about. I will arrive with a sullen brow and legs of lead, and you will ask yourself what you did to deserve me, but no answer, and no rescue will come. There is nothing to worry about. I’m sorry, but I’m just trying to survive. I know you can understand…
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Unlocked
Every now and again, the door begins to open. I pray, and I beg. I weep until there is nothing left, hoping and wishing that it will close, and falling to the floor in exhausted relief when it does, but that never lasts for long. The door begins to open again. I can see the…
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I’ll Never Tell
Personal Log – Detective Rachel Morgan – 21st February 2068 This was supposed to be a new start, but it’s all screwed up already. I don’t even know where to begin, but getting it down here might clear my head a little so I can think clearly. I took this posting for the kids. London…
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Sincerely, Jennifer x 