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He was cold and wet. It started too long ago, this thing he called life. Nowadays, he traveled with a group of wanderers, all of which were indifferent to each other. There were times when they used to care more, but the location, the paths they walked..all held innate gloom and misery. Tonight he had guard duty with Harren, the youngest of them.
The embers burned, and the wood crackled lightly. As the smoke rose into the air, Harren became uneasy. Everyone was silent here. People only communicated when it was absolutely necessary. That's what made this place depressing. People gathered and worked arduousl


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Morning is Orange
"You slept in again." "Yes, I know." "Well?" "I don't know. I wasn't tired at all. I couldn't find a reason to get up." Jen shrugged her shoulders and tossed away her sweaty blanket. Her room smelled terrible. "I feel restless."
"It's hard to imagine why with all the time you spend in bed. Have you found a job yet? You might as well do that if you’re not going to try in school." Sherin was Jen's mother, and she thought of her maternal position as an obligation. If Jen didn't do one thing, she had to do something else. It didn't matter if
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~Herr-LASHER
~abbadonflare000
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My stories are better, they have pirates.
i did write another part to one of my older stories, though. it's on myspace.
lastly, i wish to go running over break. perhaps we can drag mike's ass along, too. cuz lord knows we're never gonna get hot chicks in the pathetic physical conditions we're in now.
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~Herr-LASHER
~abbadonflare000
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