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08-29-2006, 05:41 PM
A girl was already sitting in the helicopter, the headset on and a book in her hand. She looked remotely Mexican, with dark dark brown hair and almost black eyes. Her nails were painted a deep blue, with small golden glitters, and her clothes were a simple blouse.
Her name was Isabella Keyes; she'd been involved in another incident involving a photographer and wanted to help, just in case.
I KNOW THE PIECES FIT, CAUSE I WATCHED THEM FALL AWAY, MILDEWED AND SMOLDERING.
FUNDAMENTAL DIFFERING, PURE INTENTION JUXTAPOSED WILL SET TWO LOVERS' SOULS IN MOTION.
DISINTEGRATING AS IT GOES, TESTING OUR COMMNICATION.
THE LIGHT THAT FUELED OUR FIRE THEN HAS BURNED A HOLE BETWEEN US SO WE CANNOT SEE TO REACH AN END...
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