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Date Posted: 15:00:45 04/21/02 Sun
Author: Vivian Ghandion
Subject: the wrong time..

The lean form of an eye-catching vixen can be discerned coiled up inside a luxurious chair, dyed the shade of decease, reincarnation�the shade of the hours of darkness. Naturally tan digits graze her raven threads hastily away, a tranquil sigh evading her lips as she persists with the volume of fantasy and romance. Fantasy is something the typically disregarded female could do without, yet romance is an absolutely diverse style. Yes, the girl, no matter how bizarre her nurturing has been (for one could declare she was generated and educated in a barn and they would be practically accurate), she does pine for the consideration of the contradictory sexual category, or just to be detected in general and not to be rejected and hailed as the ideal freak. Melancholy sigh is bit back as the whispering of discussion is distinguished with her superior hearing, her temple grooving with scorn as their qualities are capably classed and their characteristics separated. Julian Emberson and Celeste Riecburg, two in style people who have never disturbed to offer her a second glimpse, not that she minded. Why would she desire to be rewarded with awareness to by two butt-kisses anyhow? With a soundless groan she experiences a flap of dejection ooze over her mental structure and she is conscious that she will unearth no further tranquility inside this location, dominated with recollection.

With a moderate rumble of disturbance the female disentangles her flawlessly created branches and brushes back her raven curls, her regularly un-illustrative hearts practically brimming with derision for the irksome Wonderful Citizens, as she has oh so un-affectionately christened them. Eyes of the identical shade of her locks present the duo a acute glance of untainted revulsion before she lurks off, stealing to the gloom as she creates her getaway for the outside.

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