Susan Collins. Mockingjay (№ 129194)
My muscles tense. You have to make an effort to control myself. Again the pain in the heart. I imagine in all directions from the heart scatter tiny cracks all over the body. Torso, hands and legs, over my face, I'm covered by a network of cracks. One good jolt of a bunker missile and I could shatter into strange, razor-sharp shards.
№ 129194 Added
MegaMozg 08-01-2017 / 20:07
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