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Some memories are knocked out by ether, suddenly, inexplicably like death. But there are those which hold on like kites, stubbornly clinging on meshed fence despite pressured wind, rain or snow. She was nine years old when she ran through the night in terror, thinking her mother was dead. It had been the worst fight yet. Sometimes the pain is unyielding,. Chasing ghosts at midnight, i.

Better to die on your feet than on your knees. Guess Who Has Resurfaced? 8230;For now, at least. She was totally alert and full of her normal piss and vinegar tonight. I loved every minute of it. It was a gods damned good night.

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