|From:||Ruddiness C. Quotidian|
|Date:||Sat, 12 Aug 2006 07:47:26 -0700|
Things went from dull to dead. The fire blasting out of it, the slugs hammering into me, and the pain as my expensive, guaranteed, bulletproof underwear soaked up the impact of the bullets, spreading it across the entire front of my body. Not that she will care in the slightest. Hating this side of her didnt remove the attraction of a personality so similar to my own. Ive already called the spaceportin your name of course, I told him. What kind of stupidity do you call that? It sounds like a line out of a TV thriller. I felt you owed her that much at least, after all she has done for you. She sat by the mirror, brushing her hair.
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