Rutherferd, a tall and handsome man in a confederate captain's uniform, walks into the Oracle's briefing room. He is followed by his team mates Corolla and Smith. Corolla is a dark haired man of average height dressed like he stepped right out of the roaring twenties.
There she sits at her glass Carefully putting on her mask. Outside, she can not go Without first giving them her show. As i lay watching her paint her face I often wonder for the need of that case, That case that holds her "face". Do you not know of your true beauty?
I am not of your blood and yet you claimed me. I have disobeyed you and yelled at you, and still you claim me. We are such different people, we don't always get along. But you remain a constant, and never turn away. You are the man you did not need to be. A choice you have made to be with me.
The cold crisp wind gave me goose bumps as it flew through the window. BAAM! It flew through the air like raindrops fall from the sky. In a split second the blood came rushing out of him. I rushed to his side.
Lori thought-what's wrong with the place? They were standing in the lobby. The paint had long ago finished peeling. The carpet, what there was of it, was earth-colored because it was ground in with earth. The elevator didn't run. There on the stairs was a funny looking cat except it was a rat, a very large rat. It didn't seem too concerned about the humans.
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