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Sep 18, 2005 02:10

It was nearly midnight when Casey finally climbed the five flights of stairs that led to her apartment. While fumbling through her book bag for her keys she lost her balance, tripped over her own left foot, and fell face first onto the ground. Grace wasn’t something Casey possessed, and normally when things like this happened she would just laugh ( Read more... )

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version of the story hoodlumq September 18 2005, 20:11:23 UTC
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