They weren't pretty sobs. They weren't controlled or graceful. They were big ugly, splotchy, heart rending tears, dribbling down the girl’s pale cheeks. Her skin was raw and her eyes swollen from the tears that wouldn't stop flowing. The shaking was beginning to cease and her mother smiled at her from over the counter top of their kitchen. Her
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This is Maerose from the Merlin2008 forum! Add me if you want to, but I wouldn't hold it against you if you don't : )
See you around, eh?
xmaerose
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