Crossing the Parking-Lot to get to our car, we came closer to the Police, we couldn't help ourselves to see who was in the Backseat...
It was the Lone-Girl, her face was Pale, hair a mess, she had Blood trickling down her lip...
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Where You Can Probably Meet The love of your Life. Or Just Friends..
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