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Posted June 1st 2010 at 11:41 AM by Sin
Holding on not letting go. loving the feel of the small metal object she hugs it to her chest. Then a someone knocks. She rolls down her sleeves slowly carefully not disturbing her work. Gripping it closer she puts on a smile and answers the door. A few well placed questions and answers and the door closes again. She whispered to the wood 'please come back please save me' but no one comes.
Her eyes are fighting against her. Trying to close, betraying her. No!!! She looks again at the...
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*pixie in training*
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