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Post by Amiel on Dec 4, 2010 0:30:03 GMT -5
Max sighed.
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Post by Poison Ivy on Dec 4, 2010 0:31:26 GMT -5
Tombstone was curled into a tight ball. The newspaper lie next to her with that smiling picture of her brother.
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Post by Amiel on Dec 4, 2010 0:33:32 GMT -5
Max saw her and went over to her.
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Post by Poison Ivy on Dec 4, 2010 0:34:17 GMT -5
Tombstone was still crying.
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Post by Amiel on Dec 4, 2010 0:34:34 GMT -5
Max sat next to her.q
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Post by Poison Ivy on Dec 4, 2010 0:36:13 GMT -5
Nothing could stop her from crying at that moment. She was too sad, too depressed.
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Post by Amiel on Dec 4, 2010 0:38:55 GMT -5
Max hugged her.
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Post by Poison Ivy on Dec 4, 2010 0:41:16 GMT -5
Tombstone hugged him back and buried her face in his shoulder, bawling.
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Post by Amiel on Dec 4, 2010 0:41:43 GMT -5
Max gently stroked her hair.
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Post by Poison Ivy on Dec 4, 2010 0:43:31 GMT -5
Tombstone cried for hours.
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Post by Amiel on Dec 4, 2010 0:46:21 GMT -5
Max didn't leave her.
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Post by Poison Ivy on Dec 4, 2010 0:48:49 GMT -5
Tombstone was crying into his shoulder the whole time.
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Post by Amiel on Dec 4, 2010 0:49:44 GMT -5
Max felt really sleepy.
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Post by Poison Ivy on Dec 4, 2010 0:50:27 GMT -5
When Tombstone calmed down it was already night.
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Post by Amiel on Dec 4, 2010 1:01:26 GMT -5
Max looked at her.
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