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Post by Tara Woods on May 1, 2008 16:45:08 GMT -4
"no dont all i know are clues i dont know ware they are exatly and ive yet to speak with eather one" she cowherd in front of him
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Post by Pat Owen on May 1, 2008 16:51:20 GMT -4
Pat thought to himself for a moment, intrigued by these "clues".
"Well then," Pat knelt down in front of her pushing some of her hair out of her face with a knife. "What clues would those be?"
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Post by Tara Woods on May 1, 2008 16:53:58 GMT -4
"she wanted to get away from him "just a sign reading medow brook and a pub someware" she couldent recal much more "im sorry" she said and stared at her feet and closed her eyes
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Post by Pat Owen on May 1, 2008 16:59:12 GMT -4
Pat grinned at her reply and how frightened she was. He sheathed his blade and his eyes went black.
"Well the only reason I'm going to let you live is because you've been so helpful."
Pat smirked.
"I may not be so merciful next time so until then..."
Pat kissed Tara for about one second and then smiled.
"Thank ya." He licked his lips, loving her confusion.
As if he would really care about her! Keep dreaming girl.
Pat's arm swatted her across the head, knocking her out.
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Post by Tara Woods on May 1, 2008 17:02:45 GMT -4
Tara fell onto the pavement her face cut a bit when she woke it was morning she woke in a fog almost like she had been drunk the world spun around her she struggled to stand up but managed to find a footing. "ouch Sonofabit*h" she looked for any one able to help her the sun hit her fair skin.
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