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Post by Amiel on Jul 23, 2010 16:42:50 GMT -5
Amila looked at him and sighed,
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Post by Poison Ivy on Jul 23, 2010 21:36:44 GMT -5
Nate curled into a ball and tried to forget the torn faces of the dead. The more he tried the worse the images became.
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Post by Amiel on Jul 24, 2010 23:45:53 GMT -5
Amila went over to him and gently stroked his hair.
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Post by Poison Ivy on Jul 25, 2010 8:40:59 GMT -5
Nate whimpered. "They won't go away..." he muttered.
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Post by Amiel on Jul 25, 2010 12:55:48 GMT -5
Amila sighed, "I know..." she whispered.
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Post by Poison Ivy on Jul 25, 2010 14:54:37 GMT -5
Torn faces haunted his mind. Scary, disgusting, faces.
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Post by Amiel on Jul 25, 2010 15:02:21 GMT -5
Amila looked at him, and sighed.
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Post by Poison Ivy on Jul 25, 2010 15:08:00 GMT -5
Nate whined and tried to focus on something else.
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Post by Amiel on Jul 25, 2010 15:09:12 GMT -5
Amila looked around.
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Post by Poison Ivy on Jul 25, 2010 15:20:51 GMT -5
Nate opened his eyes.
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Post by Amiel on Jul 25, 2010 15:30:09 GMT -5
Amila looked at him.
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Post by Poison Ivy on Jul 25, 2010 16:17:26 GMT -5
Nate almost screamed when he saw one of the faces directly in front of him. All that came out was a loud squeak.
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Post by Amiel on Jul 25, 2010 16:56:57 GMT -5
Amila rolled her eyes.
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Post by Poison Ivy on Jul 25, 2010 17:08:21 GMT -5
Nate shut his eyes quickly and whined.
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Post by Amiel on Jul 25, 2010 17:38:56 GMT -5
Amila gently stroked his hair. "What's wrong?" she asked.
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