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Date Posted: 19:23:43 04/30/02 Tue
Author: Tori Amos
Author Host/IP: pcp01722813pcs.union01.nj.comcast.net / 68.39.237.138
Subject: /.took a sip.\







/.i took a sip
from the devil's cup.\

/.her atmosphere was mainly introverted and mysterious... and, that was, by an unwritten law, how she was suppose to be. a shy, laid back person who easily slipped through the crowds and had a face that could easily be confused with someone else's. that was her job. at least, her part-time job.\

/.thumbs are hooked through belt loops, slender peds forming a destination-less path through the alleyway. mocha orbs were alert, smoothly gliding about the territory with experience. cocoa pools were firey, seeming to hold the gates to hell within them. she seemed completely at ease, even with the veil of smoke, and the scent of drugs and alcohol in the air. with an offhand glance over her shoulder, hellion continued down invisible path.\

/.she was clad skimpishly... she was a bartendress, part-time. strings held a torn top 'pon her ample bust. the shirt was crimson, and torn at the bottom, revealing her flat stomach. tight, very short jeans sat low on her curvatious hips, worn from use. hips moved to an unheard rhythym, continuing without studying the scenary clearly. at least, that's what it seemed like.\



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