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#350
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Honey
Honeydew
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His eyes did not leave the piece of patches that rested in his lap as the other approached. Taking it into pale hands, he dragged his thumb along the crooked stitches, feeling each askew piece of string pass underneath soft skin. Picking it up, he held it up for the Prince to see, his finger gesturing to one piece in particular. "You see this piece here, my Lord?"
And I can't change
Even if I tried
Even if I wanted to... ...I can't change
Even if I try
Even if I wanted to
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Posted 06-19-2012, 03:10 PM
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