I didn’t want to move. I wanted to wait. I wanted to know what was outside the little shutter doors before I opened them. But nothing came. Anxiety crept heavily through my limbs. My arms, my legs, they were bruised. Dark splotches of purple, like India ink, staining my skin. And a small mark, a puncture, in the crook of my arm. I was
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intriging start
i liked most of your descriptions
keep writing! its off to a good start
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Also, this is interest, or intriguing as the person before me said. I'm curious to know why she doesn't remember and what happened to her.
For some reason the shaking part made me thing of an earthquake.
Anyways, good start. And I love English men =].
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Ha, is one of them Hugh Grant?
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