gótico Girl

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Crona’s knees shook and his face was burning red as he stared at Kid. He clutched the blanket all the way up to his chin so Kid could see nothing mais of his bare body. Kid dropped the clothes he had brought for Crona in his state of shock. He stood there for no mais than a few segundos before quickly pulled back out of the room and slamming the door shut. He leaned back against the door and rubbed his face with his hand. What do I do?! What do I...

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Stein and Spirit walked back to the motorcycle, Stein’s forehead still bleeding. “How are we going to drive all the way back to Death City tonight? We can’t do t with your head bleeding like that.”
Stein wiped at the blood. “We’ll have to get a hotel to stay in.”
“Fine. But let me drive there. You can hardly see with blood in your eye.”
“Good idea. You drive. That way I won’t have to deal with this pain. We’ll probably crash...

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Crona walked out of the DWMA and headed towards Maka’s house. She had invited him over to stay the night, but she had told him to go ahead on his own to the house because she had something to speak to the professor about. He let himself inside and nearly tripped over a bag that was laying in the entryway.
“Whoops! Sorry Crona!”
Crona looked up at Black estrela who was standing over him. He gazed around the room and saw that all his friends were...

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It had been a week since Spirit had been confronted por Stein in the hospital and he had been on guard ever since, so as not to run into him again. He had run away from Stein in tears and had cried himself to sleep. Seeing him was like getting a slap in the face, a painful reminder of the past. Even now, Spirit sat on the floor in the death room, bawling.
“That’s enough!” Death chopped his head.
“Ah!” Sprit lay on the ground, his head pounding...