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Subject: $ Guess That's Why They Call It Windowpane $

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Alicia Baslazari

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Date Posted: 15:19:32 06/12/11 Sun

How many nights had passed since she last shared an embrace with her husband and lover? How many evenings had gone without the sparks of romance that had been shown that night on the beach within their private adobe? Too many that�s is the answer � too many to count, not that she was. Platinum strands of a natural glow were toyed with as she escaped out the vast apartment above the abandoned warehouse. Mix matched eyes had long ago grown tired of staring out the rain painted window. Her mind demanding action, as did her body so she�d brought herself from the realm of hermitville and out into the grotesque world once more. Zeth had admitted he would be late yet again, their embraces rare and far between though the man had only a handful of times never come home, he would smell of brandy and perfume though she knew not to worry for they were only the ladies he photographed. It was the nights he did not come home or came home smelling of a fresh shower she worried, each but a handful of times and each never approached question wise � though she ought to.

The pale blue camisole blouse caused her one pool of sapphire to pop bold will the second and unnatural orb of emerald shown just as brightly, as if mystery and suspense were at hand. It was perhaps the previous owner that caused the orb to shine or perhaps the very host of it now�whatever the reason pools of mix-matched tones shimmered in the dimly light warehouse as she hung around the dusty interior, seemingly waiting on another. Which she was � if the persona ever appeared, though knowing the guest she sought it was possible the other was already present and she�d yet to pick up on her�the fairy in the other making it an interesting encounter whenever their paths crossed. Though she owed much to the woman with fiery red locks, and while they would never be called best of friends, friendship � fragile and handled with care � had been produced.

When you are an immortal with a vampire husband you learn not to hold grudges long, it�s liable to leave you alone in a town � while accommodating of their kind � far out numbered by mere humans and a panic easy to stir.

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