Subject: Chapter 1 Relative Wounds By: Corey J. Paschall …As my head rotates back to its’ original position, my face begins to burn as if my red blood cells have suddenly been sprinkled with cayenne. My eyes begin to water.
By Corey Paschall5 years ago in Humans
I thought I would fold. I’m standing in the blistering cold. But I’m a pretty tough cookie. I’m a chip off the mold.
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