"I'm closed." she didn't look up.
"I'm here to save a lot of people."
She sighed "Tell me quickly."
His words flowed and her right shoulder burned. "I'm obligated to honesty. You understand I have no control over the manifestations."
"I have a picture of the individual." Holding a photo.
She set about designing the art. She used to love her work. Now, her needle was death. She showed him the image. He paled, nodded, and removed his shirt. Left shoulder for death. She inked, and somewhere 10 lay dead. 1 was the face that she inked on his skin.
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Maili Paul
I'm autistic. I'm differently abled. I'm a mom of 4 boys and 1 girl. I'm work from home. I'm happily married. I like blue and yellow, particularly together.
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