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Post by razor on Oct 25, 2009 5:36:49 GMT -5
Solace felt much uncomfortable as she lay on the bed marred with sauce and liquids she did not dare to know.... Everywhere her eyes would search, there was no sight of good. Room #4 screamed bloody murder; dangling portraits of cadavers on the wall; broken glass stained with red sauce scattered on the floor, and the putrid stench of the unkept quarters.
Her heart beat faster and louder than a horse could gallop to the finish line. The mess in front of her was only a primary reason that made the hair on her nape stand, it was because she was gone and away from her home, and she did not know why or how.
She got to her feet (it was a good thing she had thick boots on), and quickly exited the quarters, ready than ever.
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