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If there is one thing that defines the world, it is history. There can't be a present, or a future, without the past. With each second that passes, we are making history.
If there was one thing Ivan loved, it was vodka. He drank it like most people drank water. Heck, it practically was what flowed through his veins. Unfortunately, it was also what drove Toris away. His beloved sunflower gone, all because Ivan couldn't resist the call of his dark pleasure. . .
Gilbert never planned to be a dad. He didn't feel it would be right with his. . . situation. But when he walked into that hospital after Matthew called, saying that Rhue had given birth, he started thinking that maybe parenthood wouldn't be so bad after all.
Matthew thought Gilbert looked very sexy wearing that bandana. Not that he would ever admit it out loud, but he saw no harm in admiring the red cloth tied around his albino /friend's/ (Friend, yes. Friend. Friend. Friend. That was all they were. Really!) head.
Nope, no harm at all.
The single fluorescent light bulb hung just above their heads. The light it cast was too bright and made shadows flicker eerily across the cement walls. "Is it true?" One of the men muttered, almost to himself. "Did you really kill somebody?" The other man glanced up once, twice, before answering.
"Y-yes."
It all started with a simple piece of clover. A four-leaf clover, to be exact. Two hands reached for it all at once, two hands brushed, two hands led to two people discovering just how much luck a four-leaf clover can really bring.
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