‘Falling hurts.’ I thought as I struggled to overcome the numbing pain in my back and get up. It’s been about two days, and I could still feel the blood running down my back. I also knew it wasn’t going to stop any time soon. Once you got your wings ripped, they’ll take at least …
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Icing
The big room was dark, only slightly illuminated by the projector they were using to present whatever they thought we needed to know. I was starting to feel bored and amid the huge number of people, I felt unusually tiny and out of place. I sat at the very left of one of the most …
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