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Tag: Eli St John
Nothing Like a Memory…
Editing A Little Harmless Ride right now: The sharp sting of the whip against his flesh jolted Eli awake. Pain surged through his body once again. He tried to swallow but found his throat too dry. He didn’t know how long he’d been there…he didn’t care. All he wanted to do was die.