Finished Folds (1—5)
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2lined the tip of the knife and dripped almost beautifully down the sharp curved blade, like a teardrop down a cheek. It dropped onto my skin. My eyes flicked to my mother, who
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3Today was going to be a big day, she thought to herself, as she glanced down the hallway for the exit. Today was going to be the day that she would release her first song ever.
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2"We may not be the only ones to escape, but what if the others got caught after a while?" I spoke in a quick burst, matching her anger with the tone of my voice. "We're safe here."
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4That feeling never went away- the longing to chase after what shouldn't be chased. The constant nostalgic ache to go back. It was rooted deep in my bones. Too deep, in fact, that I
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4"What would you do if you could, somehow, reset all of this?" A quiet voice asked, and I jumped slightly from the sudden question. "What would you do different?"