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Fractured Deep shadows wandered across the frosted glass and Samuel watched them passively. They had been coming and going outside of his room for an hour, yet no one would enter. "Perhaps if I scream," he thought, "or if I throw something against the wall and act like a petulant child, they'll come in and stop going by and by and by." Closing his eyes, he shuddered as the words seethed briefly through his mind. As it was, he wasn't a child; so, why should he be forced to act as one? Time piled years upon years on one's shoulders to cultivate adulthood; yet, here he waFractured
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I like bakura. So what?
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AUGH! I'm so frustrated now, I need a cookie. I go to get cookie. AND, when I get back, YOU... well, you'll be wherever you are; BUT, I'll have had a cookie and the world will be much better for that
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I like bakura. So what?
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AUGH! I'm so frustrated now, I need a cookie. I go to get cookie. AND, when I get back, YOU... well, you'll be wherever you are; BUT, I'll have had a cookie and the world will be much better for that
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I like bakura. So what?
--
AUGH! I'm so frustrated now, I need a cookie. I go to get cookie. AND, when I get back, YOU... well, you'll be wherever you are; BUT, I'll have had a cookie and the world will be much better for that
--
I like bakura. So what?
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AUGH! I'm so frustrated now, I need a cookie. I go to get cookie. AND, when I get back, YOU... well, you'll be wherever you are; BUT, I'll have had a cookie and the world will be much better for that
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I like bakura. So what?
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