26 Dec

26 des 1832 sec.pra.5.3:Matthews//paed lowdd:
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frum: Brumann
tuw: al 5.3 cumaendrs

(1) cumaendr Kendricks Verity Ann haez rulijvd hrslf fowr medicl rijzns.

(2) Matthews Jason Edwards wil tejc imijdijut cumaend uv dHu baetljuwnit.

Something evil cackled inside Verity's head. She had failed. They were going to lock her up again. Throw away the key, it was what she deserved. She watched herself, as if floating six inches outside her skull, watched herself strip the skin from her thighs. Pain was real; it kept her in the real world. But it wasn't enough.The great engineer and all she was capable of was killing.

He would take care of it.

God, how Verity hated him.

Sometimes she stopped at the side the road until she regained...not her strength...not her nerve. Until she regained...her purpose. Where should she go? She couldn't go back.

Diana was looking particularly annoyed. Peter.

What? Oh, hello, Ver. What's wrong.

Verity?

You're going to have to say something.

I can't stop it anymore. It hurts too much. I can't-I can't-Verity collapsed.

Okay, Verity. He picked up the telephone. Did you tell your commander? She shook her head. Don't worry, Verity, I'll take care of it.

You stupid bitch. You stupid bitch. You stupid bitch. You stupid bitch. One day, Peter, I'll tell you what I saw. See how you handle your whole world coming apart.

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