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Post by Deleted on Nov 6, 2009 21:27:26 GMT -5
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Post by Rikku on Nov 6, 2009 21:49:04 GMT -5
“And you are hiding something. Nobody’s perfect.”
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Post by Tam on Nov 7, 2009 2:11:04 GMT -5
"Er," I said. "I don't speak French."
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Post by Shadaras on Nov 7, 2009 2:17:36 GMT -5
I didn’t try to keep track of how long it was until we stopped, lying side by side on the thick grass.
..dear god, that looks wrong. xD ..to clarify, the preceeding sentence was 'I shook my head and hugged him, and we laughed together.'
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Post by Amneiger on Nov 7, 2009 3:27:16 GMT -5
Not a person, but the idea of a person.
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Post by Butterfly on Nov 7, 2009 5:59:18 GMT -5
Zoe nodded meekly, and took the handkerchief with a weak smile. "You think I'm pathetic don't you?"
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Post by Zylaa on Nov 7, 2009 13:52:33 GMT -5
So that’s how Rill ended up, on a crisp fall afternoon, meeting a rebel and her friend for lunch.
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Post by Chao on Nov 7, 2009 15:43:46 GMT -5
„Nicht nötig, ich hab schon vorgesorgt.“
(Translation: Not necessary, I planned ahead.)
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Post by Lizzie on Nov 7, 2009 17:07:33 GMT -5
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Post by Superhero Live on Nov 7, 2009 17:09:59 GMT -5
"He's a cliche bad guy," Cyril explained. "You have to let him finish his speech first."
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Post by Deleted on Nov 7, 2009 17:31:23 GMT -5
The plot's picking up finally.
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Post by ♥ Rain on Nov 7, 2009 21:58:11 GMT -5
He had one arm on her shoulder, though it looked like he was keeping it light, because I think his full weight would have made her stoop a bit more than a fraction.
(Awkward sentence much? Yes. But they're still really cute together.)
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Post by Tam on Nov 8, 2009 0:48:57 GMT -5
"It's true," said Elément. "He's very too much."
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Post by Butterfly on Nov 8, 2009 4:27:54 GMT -5
The last thing she heard before the darkness took her was a far away voice shouting. “Finally!”
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She's unconscious, not dead. Just thought I ought to clear that up.
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Post by Deleted on Nov 8, 2009 5:17:26 GMT -5
The knuckles on his hand began to go white, fingers tightening against the handle of the blade. Whee, pulling out weapons. I think I get a little weapon-happy with my characters sometimes, but oh well.
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