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>#Young woman walks threw the parkinglot on her way
>from the docks, he hadent stoped her as she'd thought
>he would....he must realy be intimidated by Spirit...
>sighs, he was cute too, but then again what were the
>chances he would have anything to do with her after
>knowing all too well the extent of her problems?...
>Sighs and rubs her brused and puffy cheek, cringeing
>slightly at the pain her cold fingers
>inflicted....stops dead in her tracks as she spots a
>dark blue Volvo in the parkinglot#
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>Shit...
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>#looks around nervusely and turns around, walking the
>other direction, and around the building, avoiding all
>doors and windows... she didn't need this, not now...
>she needed to get out of this town now, couldn't be
>found#
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