Riders of the Apocalypse: Book 2She brought the razor to her inner thighs again and again and again, but with each sting came no release, no comforting numbness that dulled the horror of her life. It wasn’t enough. So she cut again—swiftly, mercilessly. Missy didn’t mean to cut so deep. But after the party where she was humiliated in front of practically everyone in school, who could blame her for wanting some comfort? Sure, most...
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