His Cruelest Game

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le on his face froze, but only for a second. It w

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y bad arm hitting the ground. A sharp, searing pain shot up from my elbow

, his voice filled with fake

rom his chair. H

cold and dismissive. "Go clean yo

rs of my life for. The man I secretly loved, despite e

ng compared to the gaping wound in my chest

the parking lot, by a beat-up pickup tr

they came out,

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for a second, then threw his head back and laughed. He took a few clumsy steps,

real. My lif

fall, hot and silent i