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Post by Milk on Jul 19, 2007 23:43:46 GMT -5
James washed her dishes and turned on the radio to be greeted by KILO and alternative, metal and other types of rock music.
When she finished her cabinwork, she curled up on her sofa and fell asleep to some band she did not know, but had catchy music.
James woke once in the night, and didn't go back to bed. She sighed. "Fucking thoughts...made to torture a confused person..." she muttered and dressed in clean clothes. She left her cabin and began to walk into town.
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Post by Koops on Jul 25, 2007 17:15:56 GMT -5
After awhile, Death had gotten up to clean up his house and then leave. He walked around and looked through peoples thoughts to see if they were currupted or not. The ones that were he made sure were going to die that day or in the next month or few months away.
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Post by Milk on Jul 25, 2007 17:18:25 GMT -5
James stopped and sat by a pond in the park. she sighed. "I'm a little teapot short and stout...Here is my handle here is my...thingy-out. When I get all steamed up hear me shout, 'Tip me over and pour me in a cup!'" she sang and startled some birds. She laid down in the grass and shut her eyes.
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