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Chapter Forty Seven | Out of Sight

Autor: Barbara Rose
last update Fecha de publicación: 2023-12-01 15:44:37

When Liviana was a teenager, she had this habit.

It wasn’t a nervous habit of chewing her nails or one of those things people labelled as a cute thing she couldn’t help but do, like playing with her hair or twisting her rings, maybe some inappropriate giggles.

Instead, it was much darker.

There were a few instances where she found herself... spiraling. She got too close to someone, and she would push them away. She would get scared- intimidated at the thought of having someone know her, to see
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    The chaos broke out again in loud voices carried out by years of pent up emotion - over twenty years of anger, resentment, and something like guilt that came spilling out in uncontrollable waves of Castelli fire and, for a long moment, it was hard to hear over all the noise. Liviana could hardly ma

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