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November 27, 2006
hey, miss murder
1400 more words. No one is being particularly nice to this eight year old. Poor Myr. We get to find out why in a few chapters, but for now she's just getting hammered from all sides.
My tub is still full of dust and detritus, so I have to go to the gym tomorrow, so I have to go to bed now. Convenient how that works, eh?
Posted by sdshaver at November 27, 2006 01:35 AM