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Subject: a.lmost g.one f.rom t.he f.ace o.f t.he e.arth


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Mind Games
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Date Posted: 13:58:00 06/23/03 Mon






[I'm back for good. As you may have noticed, I haven't been posting at Club Alien, due to the fact that it wasn't working for me. Voy's crazy. I had a friend tell me the URL to ya'll's house, because I forgot it. This time I BOOKMARKED it. lol.. sorry for the inconvience I have caused. She was living on the streets for some time since I couldn't find the URL, and I wanted to keep her active.]

The familiar form of a dog enters the yard, cold and hungry. Her coat was torn, and clumps of blood stuck to her once beautiful, and healthy fur. Limping onto the porch, she lays herself down near a rocking chair, licking the blood from her front paws. The hard pads on her paws were ripped and raw from walking on the cold pavement of an alley, she had recently called home. Harsh, wispy breaths accumulate within her breathing cavity as she struggles for air. She'd gotten into fights.. Some over food, some for her life. She painfully lifts her head from her paws, and looks about. It seemed the same... yet there was a different air about the place. Tilting her head up, she sniffs the air, smelling a change. A soft growl is given, and she moves off the porch, looking in the driveway. Another vehicle resided beside Angelina's. A deep growl rumbles in her throat, and she moves to the porch, protectively scanning the woods in front of the house.

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