I turn to see Ansel leaning against the door frame. His eyes swept over the room.
"Whoa, Hurricane Naomi strikes, leaving no survivers.

Author: Andrea Cremer

I turn to see Ansel leaning against the door frame. His eyes swept over the room.<br />"Whoa, Hurricane Naomi strikes, leaving no survivers. - Andrea Cremer

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