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[sonash13]

 The heater was off and the night was cold, and the shivers up his spine jolted him on few occasions.  But it was not the weather that was chilled him, no, his shoulders were burnt from the days out in the sun.  But still, cold on the inside, cold from the realization that his dreams were no more than misty hopes providing a jacket that would was

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[babiixangel]

"But still, cold on the inside, cold from the realization that his dreams were no more than misty hopes providing a jacket that would was worn beyond warmth."

LOVE THAT!

YAY YOURE WRITING AGAIN! :)