Fall In Flames
“Terry! Damn, watch what you’re doing.” The words were like nails on a chalkboard, wrenching her from the inky depths of peaceful sleep at eight o’clock on a Saturday morning. Desperately she tried to return to the dream, it had been wonderful, he had been wonderful. It was not to be though. The annoying sounds of whatever morons outside were tempting fate were like an alarm clock, a really irritating alarm clock that lacked a snooze button. Slowly her bedroom came into focus as her eyes opened...
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