That was her being trusting. Her last guitar Braden had broken in a fit of anger, this was her baby...but she trusted him. With a smile she disappears with a few more boxes. She looks around her room, pursing her lips. Soon enough the bathroom was done, and the bedroom was getting worked on. A sleeping bag was along one wall, along the others were candles scattered her and there. -- .: Fyre's Place :.

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