Finished Folds (1—5)
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3The youngest of the family, barely 9 years old, looked up to her mother. "What's gonna happen? Are we gonna die?" A single, sorrowful tear slid down her cheek.
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1No man could save her, for once in her short, but long lived life, she had to do this herself. And she was afraid.
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6Felicity spat in her creators face. She promised herself that this first betrayal would be the last. But promises were meant to be broken.
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4The room was pitch black, but I could still feel his warm breath on my face. Tear streamed down my face as I wondered whether my sin was great enough for the punishment before me.
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7blood oozed from it. My eyes looked at the dripping blood at horror. My fate had been sealed.