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Date Posted: 12:30:10 12/25/02 Wed
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's message, ". well well well, what have we here ." on 11:44:49 12/25/02 Wed
- How charming, he had come to make sure she settled in alright, to take off her coat and hat. Though tassels flit across slatted oculus, they obscure her vision none, and certainly don’t disturb their vibrantly displayed vehemence. Nonchalantly her gaze reallocates from his, to lazily scrutinize his figure. Oh look, it was even a cripple! Akin to the hunchback of Notre Dame, eh? Humored in his sensitivity, in his helplessness. Perhaps not? Prove me otherwise. “Don’t judge a book by its cover” is over-rated; there is much to be discovered upon a cover, especially when the ink upon the pages inside is not accessible. Also, she found a sort of amusement in the indigence and pain of others, observing them try to conceal the hurt that blossomed within. Surveys him lounging at his ease, without a thought to the dangers that could vault from anywhere, so untroubled and incautious. A twisted sneer, a bearing of incisors meant to be a sadistic smile, appears. The weak, the carefree, and the imprudent don’t survive. Cruel thoughts intended to burn, stemming from a smoldering detestation of all, just waiting to flare up from the confines of her tortured soul…-
†Hell†
†On†
†Hooves†
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