Barbarians...5 liters
"Garrett kept his back against the far wall while he waited for the big man to stop speaking. “I didn’t realize that the rules of civility were observed by barbarians?”
"Lucan waved away at Garrett’s words, he looked instead at Romus and his messy tables covered in equipment and medicinal needs. “Do you know what that word means, boy?”
“It’s a word from...
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Dear God...5 liters...
"Was that the first act of cannibalism the village had ever seen? Maybe, but Garrett didn’t think so, what he knew at that moment was that it was certainly the most desperate case so far."
“God punishes us for the things that we cannot imagine.” Garrett whispered the words as he listened to the two women argue over how to properly butcher...
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Killers...5 liters...
"Garrett keeps his gun pointed at no one in particular across the lane as he looks to Gris. “I…can’t, everything is death, everything is lost.” He tries to breath and finds it nearly impossible to draw in breath as the tribal woman closes on him."
"Garrett feels his gun hand being pushed down and he feels Gris press into him, her bony arms...
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I should have loved you better, not harder or more intensely. I should have told you how intelligent I thought you were instead of how pretty I thought you were. I should have built something with you instead of always trying to build you up. I should have listened to what you had to say instead of parsing out what I wanted to hear. I...
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No matter how small I make my circle of friends, there is always going to be someone who needs something that I cannot give them, and I'm always going to feel like a piece of shit because of it. No matter how small I make my circle of friends, there is always someone I'm going to overshare with until they rightfully fuck off and ignore...
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