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Post by alyna on Apr 6, 2006 19:06:34 GMT -5
Though she knew that it was penetrable, Alyna still kept returning to the rafter room. It now looked mostly habitable: the bedsheets had been replaced with new ones, there was hardly a speck of dust to be found, and the flowers were freshly watered. She sat in the middle of the floor, her legs crossed. Her eyes were closed as she recalled everything that had happened since the masquerade. Suddenly life wasn't simple any more; there was her strange friendship with Rose, her obsession to kill the O.G., and her distance with the other girls. She wished to start over, do everything differently. Or perhaps have someone to speak with, someone who would take her seriously. Though she had revealed her story to Roslin, she knew the girl didn't feel comfortable around her and she didn't want to worry her any more than she must.
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Post by Madame Giry on Apr 8, 2006 19:54:26 GMT -5
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((contact me if this wasn't finished))
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