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--aaawww, nooo~! He dies, too?!

Seems like it.

Rudy, noooo...!

[a soft laugh; throat clearing]

“She leaned down and looked at his lifeless face and Liesel kissed her best friend, Rudy Steiner, soft and true on his lips. He tasted dusty and sweet. He tasted like the regret in the shadows of trees and in the glow of the anarchist’s suit collection ( Read more... )