The most beautiful Apple

I don’t know how I ended up in the garden. Marnie was there with me. Of course she was. But it might have also been Monique. Either way, it really wouldn’t make much of a difference because I love both of them to bits, one more than the other. I’m not even sure if it’s…

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Cruel Intentions

The school toilets in the basement are wet and cold. Ever since they had reconstructed the bathrooms near the cafeteria in the main building students hardly come down here anymore. Most of them, I believe, have actually forgotten about their existence, which has eventually turned them into the perfect hiding place. Shivering, I pull the…

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