“She smiled, her arm grazing his as one of her fingers hovered over the wet paint. She pressed down, absorbing some of the liquid and then she touched the tip of Diego’s nose. He jolted, not from the slick trail… — Laekan Zea Kemp Copy Share Image
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“This journal will stay hidden among the dusty coverless books lining my bookshelf until the day I need to be reminded of who I… — Laekan Zea Kemp Copy Share
“brushed the hair from my face and I felt it stiff and sticking to her fingers. “Four weeks,” she said. Four. I sunk against… — Laekan Zea Kemp Copy Share
“Fear, they had come to realize, not machines, is the most powerful weapon there is.” — Laekan Zea Kemp Copy Share
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“She smiled, her arm grazing his as one of her fingers hovered over the wet paint. She pressed down, absorbing some of the liquid… — Laekan Zea Kemp Copy Share
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