2 Works by killFee
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Michael woke up, unable to move or breathe. It felt like something was sitting on his chest.
“I missed you,” cooed David. Michael’s stomach roiled, and for a second his face felt so hot his eyes watered. This was a particularly mean dream.
David picked up Michael’s hand and brought it in front of his own face, stretching each finger, comparing the sizes of their palms. “Did you miss me?”
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Michael has a night terror, hopefully.
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Sometimes she wished she could excavate whatever had taken root inside her that lurched her towards her worst impulses. Whatever weed was choking the better version of herself to death.
“It’ll be so embarrassing,” Star muttered to herself, “if you get murdered on day one.”
Welcome to Santa Carla.