Another cut of flesh, another blood to waste,I feel it in me, the want to vanish in haste.This life is tricky, stacking me with thoughts I can’t erase,Tick-tock, I ain’t running but I’m getting chased. -G-==- Francesca hurried to the exit door, gripping the books she borrowed from the library and the papers she worked on for the article writing, while fishing out the car keys inside her bag. She already felt the keychains but got stuck to one of her things inside.“Oh, shoot,” she mumbled as droplets of rains started to pour, the gray clouds already crawling on the sky.Augustus looked at her curiously from his car, hearing everything she mumbled despite the good distance between them. He patiently waited for her to reach the entrance of the parking lot, easily dropping the hood of his black jacket over his head,
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