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04-15-2009, 09:07 PM
"To the shelter...?" She said, giving her an odd look. "I snatched that map from you last night and practically studied it. If you go your way, we'll be there in about 45 minutes, if my calculations are right and my way, we will be there in 30. You choose."
Love is much like a wild rose, beautiful and calm, but willing to draw blood in its defense.
~Mark Overby
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