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She sat on her couch and blinked, "Why the hell did you break down my door?!" Zamika exclaimed stopping a carving of her in the fire pit and a match box in hand. |
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"Why did you spray paint those tree's near the boarder!" He snapped back, The others stools beside him. They mind linked Luke's wolf about it but he just shut them out so he could spend more time with his family |
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She sighed, "I'm going through some mental shit." Zamika lit a match and tossed it in the fire pit, flames engluffing the carving of herself. |
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"And you needed to disturb the pack" He growled, Luke mind linked them to back off. |
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She stood up and walked to her bedroom. Zamika laid on the bed, suicidal thought had always haunted her. |
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"Go see the pack therapist if your that loony" He suggested before they left |
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She frowned at him but gave a small yawn. Zamika shook off the yawn before getting up and staring at her door. Edited at April 25, 2020 11:52 PM by Equestrians Home |
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He led the others back to the pack, Terry woke up her throat was still sore from the bruise. |
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She went to her shed and grabbed a hammer. Zamika secured the door and went back to burning her lifes work, her carvings. |
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Terry laid back down drowned in her emotions |
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