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Post by Emma Lawrence on Nov 19, 2008 19:57:33 GMT -5
There! It was his voice; his voice again. Where was he? Why was this man changing like that? Then it actually sunk in what he was saying.
Run. Yes. Yes!
She was free. It hadn't really sunk in yet. She was still in pain. Stumbling away, she continued to see the vision. Flashing--this time with force and loudness. Boisterous and unrelenting. Emmanuelle could barely see, but she continued to run away, leaving her notebook and pen behind.
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