Like Shattered Glass
04-03-2013, 05:04 PM
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Or so hideous He turned his head to look at her. There was nowhere in particular he was headed, nowhere he needed to be, nowhere he needed to go, He shook his head slowly in response and plodded on, her next question however caught her attention. Traveling together. He supposed there was nothing wrong with that. "Okay." He mumbled. Plodding on at an uneven pace. Speech |
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