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Posted: Fri Jun 24, 2011 7:41 pm
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Posted: Fri Jun 24, 2011 8:19 pm
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Posted: Fri Jun 24, 2011 8:40 pm
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Posted: Fri Jun 24, 2011 8:47 pm
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Posted: Fri Jun 24, 2011 8:59 pm
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Posted: Fri Jun 24, 2011 9:10 pm
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Posted: Fri Jun 24, 2011 9:23 pm
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Posted: Fri Jun 24, 2011 10:59 pm
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Posted: Sat Jun 25, 2011 11:54 am
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Posted: Sat Jun 25, 2011 1:47 pm
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Posted: Sat Jun 25, 2011 2:10 pm
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Posted: Sat Jun 25, 2011 2:16 pm
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Posted: Sat Jun 25, 2011 2:22 pm
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Posted: Sat Jun 25, 2011 2:31 pm
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Cuzco "I'm just moving things along."
Cuzco leaned herself against the wall of the house, eyes hidden from the glare of the rising sun by her cloak's hood. She liked the night, last night had been enjoyable. She'd watched a house arrest and several other crime related dramas, trying to sleep in her upside-down car. Now, looking at the comfortable place she leaned on, she had to believe making choices made a true difference.
She closed her eyes, and then she was leaning on the other side of the wall.
She opened her eyes, staring at the boy sleeping in the bed. The rest of the room was covered in dust, but it must not have been used, so that was explainable. The boy who ran from the society, could manipulate energy, and made his own choices, was less so. "Hey." She nudged the boy's exposed foot with her shoe, jeans showing from under her cloak. "Hey Numbers, get up, I wanna hear about your choices..."
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Posted: Sat Jun 25, 2011 2:41 pm
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