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Join Date: Dec 2007
Location: Black Books
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Jan 24th, 2008, 11:28 PM
The morning light made everything hazy, and she couldn't remember how many of her memories were real. The regular rocking motion of the truck made her slightly ill, and she couldn't trust herself to turn her head to see who was sitting her next to her. He was close enough to smell though, and her stomach heaved slightly.
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I'm about to stop playing "Who Should I Kill First" in my head, and go with what feels natural.
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