Sam’s body hurt and the room smelled strongly of his sick still lying on the floor next to the cot. The pain ebbed and crescendoed with each movement, spiking from mind-numbing pain to conscious-erasing agony. He was actually grateful for the periods of blackness, the respite from the constant hurt allowing him to refortify his resolve, knowing
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Thanks for reading! Also, everytime I see you icon I smile. I think it's about the cutest thing ever.
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Promise not to make you wait so long for new chapters. Thanks for reading, my dear.
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