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Nov 24, 2004 08:27

The sweat dropped from her forehead, the hunger creeping upon her like a virus, slowly climbing her body. Laura licked her lips, listning closly, she could hear a pulse...beating...steadily. She sat up, wiped the sweat off of her head with the back of her hand and searched the room. "Hmm, your hungry arent you my queen. I've brought you something ( Read more... )

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purple_monkey14 November 25 2004, 11:05:37 UTC
coolio your muse came back to you yay!!!! anyways great part of the story, happy thanksgiving, take care

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dead_immortal November 25 2004, 18:00:56 UTC
I wish my Thanksgiving dinner had been that tasty. lol.
Great story, as always. Keep it up. :)

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