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Post by boston on Mar 22, 2009 15:39:27 GMT -5
` ` ɓσѕтσи ♥
Let me kick it to you right quick, man
That on some gangsta shit man, on some real shit
Anybody done been through the same thing,
I'm sure you feel the same way
lately, her thoughts had been leaving her past behind, which in some cases was perfect; She didn't need her past, it was the thing that had made her the way she was, and there was no changing that fact. But her memories of her boy were special, and if forgotten, well, there'd be hell to pay as Religion treasured those memories like a long treasured necklace or book. They were priceless to her, and her blackened viasge could not afford to lose those memories.
Ivory paws tapped against the ground in a timed fashion, her tongue rolled from her mouth as her muscles quivered, though having ran for less than three hours, she was tired - Lack of food and dehydration was starting to get to her - her expression was one of complete loathing, and it didn't take much to get her loathing something. If it wasn't the weather, it was the lack of dogs around here, honestly, were they all pussy-footing around or something, a smirk crossed her lips and she recoiled beside a white SUV parked on the side of a walk, her head rolled backwards until her forehead touched it, and she sighed loudly. Maybe, if she was lucky, a human would come through here, and would feed her a joint of ham - Highly unlikely but it could happen, afterall, stranger things happened.
Giving up on recieving
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