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Aug. 7th, 2006 04:28 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
ten_of_swordsHe looks at the door.
M16.
He hadn't known where else to go. Not with the problem he had.
So.
He knocks.
And waits.
M16.
He hadn't known where else to go. Not with the problem he had.
So.
He knocks.
And waits.
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Date: 2006-08-07 09:23 am (UTC)"Illusions. Truth. Paths. Choice. So many things we are."
Ruin kisses her again, lingering there, liking the closeness.
The truth that was here, even if it was strange.