She would show them. She would show them all. To believe what they did. To no understand. To not even give her a chance. It was inexcusable. A dementor slowly passed by her cell, her anger quickly diminishing into misery. Memories of the horrid event that was the cause to her being here flooded her mind. It was her worse memory after all. She didn'
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I apologize, but I tagged you. Check out http://twisted-knitster.blogspot.com/2007/05/uh-oh.html to see what I mean.
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