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She was hiding in her own shadow, that’s how I remember her. Ashen-faced and cold, which I know because she touched me. And it was strange, because it didn’t feel strange, and I wouldn’t ever usually let anyone touch me, let alone a someone like that. I couldn’t see the barman because the bar was too […]
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December 31, 2007
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