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11-11-2012, 11:30 AM
Sinopa had gone out to greet them as soon as she'd heard the copter; it was apparent by the flying machine's behavior that it wasn't dropping off yet another exile. While she wasn't always okay with the Utopians coming over, they could be okay. Sometimes. "Morning, everybody!" Her wings stretched out a bit as she smiled. "Hope your trip was well."
Kris just stared. She noticed and chuckled. "New chump, Sanura? You know how to pick 'em."
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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