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Posted: Tue Aug 18, 2009 8:46 pm
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Posted: Tue Aug 18, 2009 8:48 pm
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Posted: Tue Aug 18, 2009 8:53 pm
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Posted: Tue Aug 18, 2009 8:59 pm
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Rayne hear the sound of shattering glass. stowed his guitar, and drew his gun he preferred to use a Colt .45 1991, because of its heavy slug, and reliability. he went over to the window andp eered in, he saw a boy about his age laying on the floor in a ball with a girl kneeling over him. well at least he got someone who cares about him, if i were laying there i doubt anyone would do anything. he thought angrily as he went back to the bench. he had to try to sleep a bit. he got out a blanket put his head on the C-bag and closed his eyes. his thought wandered back to his parents abuse, which would most likely be on the same level as torture in most countries. he sat up and drew the blanket up around him and looked around. there was still light coming from the window, and from the looks of it, people were still in the room he'd seen. will this ever end for me? he asked himself. but he knew the answer. the odds that he would meet a girl who cared about Rayne the person , instead of Rayne the guitar player, were at the lowest end of slim to none.
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Posted: Tue Aug 18, 2009 9:07 pm
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