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Posted: Sat Apr 30, 2011 11:30 pm
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"Hello, I am Mirera." She smiled and flicked her tail, "Yes, I am a cat, and yes this topic has Feline in it, but any one is allowed to come here to chat. I just thought, 'well, now, if the canines can have a topic named from them, why not cats?'" She chuckled and walked around, waiting.
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Posted: Sat Apr 30, 2011 11:36 pm
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Posted: Sat Apr 30, 2011 11:40 pm
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Posted: Sat Apr 30, 2011 11:43 pm
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Posted: Sat Apr 30, 2011 11:49 pm
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Posted: Sat Apr 30, 2011 11:52 pm
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Posted: Sat Apr 30, 2011 11:58 pm
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She held up the large black book, and tilted it so the golden letters on the side gleamed in the dim light of the lamp. "This book, is called Duma Key." She reopened it to the page she left off on, and said, "It is a Stephen King book, and is a bit odd, but I enjoy it. It is about a guy who got in a terrible accident. He was a construction worker, and he was in his truck one day, on site, and a crane backed into his truck; squishing him inside, almost to death." She frowned, "He cracked his skull, broke some ribs, lost an arm, and most of his memory. He has a hard time remembering certain words...and now..." She sighed, "Ah, I am rambling." She giggled.
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Posted: Sun May 01, 2011 12:00 am
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Posted: Sun May 01, 2011 12:06 am
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Her face lit up, "Well," She continued, "He moved to Florida after he and his wife were divorced. Apparently, he got very violent, and she grew to fear him, so...she left him. He was hurt, but more angry than sad. He wasn't his old self. So, after he moved to Florida, for 'the-new-start-in-life' he began to draw sunsets. Not just any sun sets, but ones that were odd..." She paused, thinking of how to word it, "...he adds things on to his sunsets, that wouldn't normally be there, like a shell, or a tree, on the water. And now, he is having weird psychic things happening." She looked up at him. "Should I continue? Or do you plan to read this one day, so I don't spoil it?" She smiled teasingly.
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Posted: Sun May 01, 2011 12:08 am
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Posted: Sun May 01, 2011 12:14 am
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Posted: Sun May 01, 2011 12:19 am
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Mirera took a breath, and was hesitant at first on where to continue. "His daughter was coming to visit him, and she said there was 'news' to tell. He some how guessed it was a fiance, and then his right arm, the one that was no longer there began to itch. His non existent arm itches every now and then, but he got the urge to draw when it did. He describes it as a hunger." She looked up at him, "and so he drew, and he drew a young man. When his daughter came to visit, she showed him a picture of her 'soon-to-be' and it was an exact copy of the picture he had drawn." She ran her finger along the pages. "he even drew his wife, naked, with two other men. One was his friend, and he some how knew they were friends with benefits. He could read, and determine every detail of the image. Though, he is not too sure of his psychic abilities." She stopped and breathed, an expression of excitement gleamed in her eyes as she gazed at him. "Then...he saw his friend in his house. His arm was itching like crazy...and he turned and saw his friend. The man had a bloodied hole for his right eye, and was dead." She stared at him with a grin. "But, here's the thing. He isn't dead yet, so it isn't going sixth sense on me, I don't think, but he can guess his friend is to commit suicide. The ghost didn't speak or anything, it just stared at him, and was gone an instant later." She made a boo face at him. "kinda weird, huh?"
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"Oh," She glanced over at the fox. "It is interesting isn't it? Stephen King usually is." She smiled. "And what is your name, fox?"
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Posted: Sun May 01, 2011 12:23 am
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Posted: Sun May 01, 2011 12:34 am
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Posted: Sun May 01, 2011 12:37 am
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