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#106
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Espy
Wanderer
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Heaving up her laptop bag onto her right shoulder, Espy tugged on the handle of a huge suitcase. She'd just paid the taxi fees, and now was staring at the rather grand entryway of a large hotel. She brushed a few strands of hair from in front of her eyes, walked in, and made her way across the lobby over to the reception counter.
"Hi. My name is Esprit Rion; I think Miss White might have a reservation for me?" Espy asked while ruffling her short hair out of habit.
Step in front of a runaway train
____Just to feel alive again
â•â•â•â•â•â•â•? ?•â•â•â•â•â• â•â•â•â•â•â•â•? ?•â•â•â•â•â•
Pushing forward through the night_____
Aching chest and blurry sight
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Posted 01-06-2011, 03:50 AM
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