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Mistral
"N..no... I'm alr.." ~ Gritting her teeth, than swallowing her words as she grimaced from the piercing shafts attacking her ankle mercilessly ~ I need to leave... this place is crazy... and on Christmas Eve, of all times... Father Christmas, where are you when I need you?!
Painfully, she pushed herself off the ground with both hands, her right one still gripping the handbag strap tightly. Allowing herself to lean against his
shoulder for slight support, she was acutely aware that her eyes were darting frantically everywhere except upon his face.
[ 10-29-2003, 07:05 PM: Message edited by: mistral4543 ]
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