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Post by Lilium on Dec 13, 2007 2:22:49 GMT -5
She wouldn't take that risk.
She wouldn't go home.
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Post by Lilium on Dec 20, 2007 1:38:01 GMT -5
"Thanks for saving my life," she said, scrunching up her face into a sneer, making her voice mocking. She was working very hard to sound annoyed and impatient, as well as not let any tears come out or let her voice waver. "Now I can go and do whatever I want, but I'm not promising you anything. I'm going to drink and shoot up and do whatever the fuck I want to do. If I want to ruin my life, then I'm going to!"
And then she bolted.
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Post by Lilium on Dec 24, 2007 19:38:13 GMT -5
She didn't know who Aleta was.
She didn't care what Aleta thought.
Five miles away, Vi ran out of energy and walked instead of ran. And as she did so, she saw herself doing exactly the things she'd done yesterday and many months before that.
It wouldn't be too hard to go back to that.
But did she really want to go back?
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