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Author: Reba |
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Date Posted: 14:10:03 08/30/04 Mon The thickly bulit woman walked into the ghost town. Tanned skin getting lighter in the rising of the sun. She paused for a second, pulling a wide brimed hat out of her bag. Starting off once more to the First Lady's home. Knocking on the door she waited, shuffling her feet. She was sweaty and tired she had walked here. It was about 50 miles from this town. Where she had been born and raised. She knocked on the door once more and looked towards the stables. Seeing a horse, she thought about getting her own at the livery stable. [ Next Thread | Previous Thread | Next Message | Previous Message ] |
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