and it became less of an anthology than a choice; it became every trapped nerve, every broken word, every lost voice, every happy ending. it counted every balanced step, every fourth knock.. decision time?
she simply stated that the sand would sting her eyes and scald her tongue, and the dust might make her sneeze and scratch.
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at least i think so.....
hehe i'll add you back :)
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I added you! =)
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*tut* forgetful...
*added back* :D
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IT SMELLS LIKE GIRL,
IT SMELLS LIKE GIRL..
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I couldn't stay away ;)
xx
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if you don't mind, i shall add you. and fast. x
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