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Mar 05, 2006 03:27

Roy pulled Dessa into their apartment and closed the door, never letting go of her. "Are you all right?" he asked, stroking her cheek.

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pretty_feather March 5 2006, 08:31:41 UTC
She shakes her head. "No. I'm not. I don't think I'll ever be all right."

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poisonedarrows March 5 2006, 16:29:24 UTC
"You will," he said.

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pretty_feather March 5 2006, 18:56:56 UTC
"Maybe," she says. "Later. Much later. Not now."

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poisonedarrows March 6 2006, 04:57:50 UTC
"How can I help?" he asked softly.

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