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Post by Natalie Darrows on May 22, 2007 21:30:33 GMT -1
It's never the same kind of siuation, you learn that fast, as a matter of fact, the only similarites of hunts were the same kind of creatures. Though often with different objectives.
The crystal clear droplets fell from the dark sky, covering her car in a thin blanket of cold water. The wipers weren't even on making visiablitiy more difficult by the second. Her only signs of struggles were blurred figures in the windows, moving slowly.
Spirits, so hard to see ina situation like this. But she made her best of it.
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