My Shadow Mate
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He scoffs.
“You like fine, come on.” I tentatively climb up and stand next to him. Stanley climbs up next and stands close to us, along with another man and woman. They are both dressed similarly to Richfield, but the woman, like me, has a jacket wrapped around her waist. She’s beautiful but at the same time fierce. She has a scowl on her face. Her dark brown hair is held up in a ponytail, and when she turns to look at me, because I’m burning a hole in her face from staring so much, I nearly let out a gasp when I see a large, ugly scar covering half her face, from her eye down to the side of her mouth. When she locks eyes with me, I want to turn away, but I keep my eyes trained on her for a
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