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Mistral
If only I had Beaulie with me... no, if only I had my Pride and Prejudice book with me... or better still... my computer and Ironworks (OOC: [img]tongue.gif[/img] ) with me... ~ The wheels of cogitation were spinning, ramming hard against the unfocused thoughts strewn all over the path - mostly unknown and always disturbing - ahead. The pneumatic drill continued to attack her head as the minutes crawled by; she was gasping for fresh air, but all she inhaled was a repugnant stench and a double dose of fear.
How could I have come here... I just can't understand it at all... ~ She continued to rail silently and indignantly, all the while feeling that her mind was about to explode from the uncertainty.
And now, her bedclothes were completely drenched, streams of hot perspiration mingling with cold sweat. For the first time, she was shivering despite the absence of a gale or snow. Such excruciation she had never felt in her entire life. Death or insanity would surely be a piece of cake compared to what she was going through now...
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