Neil McCormick (
little_moons
) wrote
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2012-04-11 04:44 am (UTC)
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"Dean, stop.
Stop
," I say, reaching out to try and calm the hands clutching desperately at his collar.
"You don't know that. You don't know." But it feels like a lie. I know better than anybody... we all leave, eventually.
"Where is she? What happened, did you talk to her?"
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"You don't know that. You don't know." But it feels like a lie. I know better than anybody... we all leave, eventually.
"Where is she? What happened, did you talk to her?"