Inside out.

Sep 02, 2004 01:48

He had come in so quickly, and she jumped, her face turning a shade of red. Sitting crosslegged on the floor, strands of blonde hair that had managed to escape from her ponytail shading her face, she half-smiled. A gun sat in front of her on the pillow. He had seen her messing with it, turning it on all sides ( Read more... )

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lordknowsimweak September 2 2004, 17:35:21 UTC
I know you hear this all of the time... But I love reading your writing.

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I don't hear it all the time. halo_2 September 3 2004, 22:52:01 UTC
And it means alot to me. I'd be lying if I said it didn't make me feel a little more worthwhile in my existance.

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Re: I don't hear it all the time. lordknowsimweak September 4 2004, 22:18:29 UTC
Well, I think that you are really talented and I enjoy it immensely.

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