Memories From a Dead Girl
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The first time Austin kissed me, I clutched his shirt, held him close, breathing him in. And the last time I took hold of him was when we were fighting, before I felt the knife go into my stomach. I still clutched his shirt. Only this time, in an attempt to save myself.
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