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#12
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sylvanSpider
Weaver of Webs
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ASH
Ash offered her brightest smile, which admittedly, wasn't that bright. She was a punk through and through, and the most radiant of smiles couldn't change the scars she had on her face, her chipping nail polish completed with the chewed off look, her clothes strewn with rips and tears. In another time, another place, she might have been pretty. "Sure do. It's almost as if I'm a regular, eh? Hal, right?"
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Posted 11-20-2017, 10:50 PM
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