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Subject: - - - Detective - - -

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- - - Krymsyn - - -

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Date Posted: 14:22:45 03/04/02 Mon
In reply to: Savoy 's message, "--}---You aren't going to be my hangman, I'm not going to wear a noose---{--" on 15:10:16 01/17/02 Thu

Always fear, lingering within the deepest catacombs of our mental state, placed there in hopes that ignorance will permit us serenity. Unfortunatly, the spark required to rekindle the flames is minute. I, personally, enjoy watching the ruby glittering within anothers optics. A certain morbid fascination, I suppose. Beautiful, nonetheless.

Slender grin dipped in mirth mercilessly attacks obsidian tinted lips, ear lobes flitting back and forth, allowing for not only the simplistic sounds created by the mare to enter, yet also grasping the noises of wilderness. Steel-tipped toes gracefully manuver across the dusty earth, dark, large optical orbs pin-pointed upon female mystery. Movements, however, are soon halted as realization of their uselessness hits the masculine one-track mind. Limbs are locked in place, grinding against wispy dirt.

[Sorry my post was so late. I kinda forgot about JBTH for a while there, heh.]

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