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"Nobody in the Syndicare is stupid enough to let themselves get caught or seen, Raine, so stop entertaining that idea." Sinopa made a face. "Besides, it'd be pretty hard to figure out who was following him, a lot of people look like thugs these days."
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... Tool |
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Raine sighed. She hadn't really had that great of an idea of what the Syndicate was like, as she stopped paying attention once it started to get bad. Now she wished she had, because she wanted to be a decent part in saving James. She really wanted to help, but she didn't know how to approach it, as she was mainly into all the forensics parts. "Look, then how the hell do you want to handle this?"
Love is much like a wild rose, beautiful and calm, but willing to draw blood in its defense.
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