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12-13-2008, 09:26 PM
Elizabeth looked at both Lady Beth, Lady Sarah, and Lady Lane. "I want to know who did this! Now!" She yelled.
All three of them looked down at their feet.
"My Lady, we didn't do a thing." Lady Sarah mumbled.
"We swear." Lady Lane added.
Lady Beth was quiet.
Love is much like a wild rose, beautiful and calm, but willing to draw blood in its defense.
~Mark Overby
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