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07-10-2007, 11:33 AM
The girl looked at me. "I am Nikita. I came here for safety. I am a healer and I heard that this area was in need of one." She said, calmly and slowly.
I pressed the sword harder. "Tell me the truth."
"I am, whether you are willing to accept it or not is not under my control."
Love is much like a wild rose, beautiful and calm, but willing to draw blood in its defense.
~Mark Overby
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