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AtonementThe hands of fate play an intricate game of chance and luck within our lives and Time is a cruel mistress. She does not spare mercy to the weak. However for Sarah Pagan the sands of time were running out for her as had her fate already been decided.Atonement
Pater noster, qui es in caelis, sanctificetur nomen tuum.
Our Father, who art in heaven, hallowed be thy name. Sarah had become the hunted prey, although she had not realised this yet. She ran in a panicked motion, her high heels clacking and echoing along the spine of old Market Street into the crisp silence of the night. The co
Au Revoir
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Tomorrow's another day
Touchdown for the cool kids.
Crisp helium air.
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.:I love you like a papercut:.
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If you cannot do great things, do small things in a great way.
There are no limitations to the mind except those we acknowledge...
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