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NameShe couldn't remember how long it was, since she'd last been here. It could have been weeks, or months... it had felt like years. Even a day was too long. She stared down at the grave before her, feeling the familiar prickle of tears behind her eyes.Name
It happened everytime.
A gloved hand reached out and lightly traced every letter and number engraved in stone. Slender fingers moved fluently through every curve, every angle, gracefully sliding over to the next letter, until no more were left for her to explore.
Carefully pulling back her hand, she removed her glove slowly, and again, began to trace the
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What the hell do you need a watch for, anyway? It was an antique. Deadweight tugging at your wrist. Symbol of the old you. The you that believed in time.
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You know, I still find you dashing
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HOW DO YOU EVEN KNOW ABOUT THIS PLACE!! D:<
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What the hell do you need a watch for, anyway? It was an antique. Deadweight tugging at your wrist. Symbol of the old you. The you that believed in time.
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OH LOOK I'M ON THE INTERNET ON MY IPOD.
P.S. SEND HELP
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You know, I still find you dashing
λΩλ
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What the hell do you need a watch for, anyway? It was an antique. Deadweight tugging at your wrist. Symbol of the old you. The you that believed in time.
λΩλ
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What the hell do you need a watch for, anyway? It was an antique. Deadweight tugging at your wrist. Symbol of the old you. The you that believed in time.
λΩλ
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