“Here.” Michael tucked the gun into the rear end of Virginia’s jeans. “What are you doing?” Virginia asked.
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ok look at it this way we start out in our lif on this earth in our own little world that we call the womb we breath liquid we are sustained by a chord that links us to a greater being we call mother it is eternaly dark but we have no fear. then one… Continue reading on death-