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Subject: .:.Its that time again.:.


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Lyla Jones
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Date Posted: 16:56:19 11/18/09 Wed
In reply to: Silver 's message, "heart in a blender, beautiful surrender" on 16:15:54 11/18/09 Wed
















On a bench between the two rails the blonde was laid out, her feet propped up on the arm rest in a casual way. Her plaid Chuck Taylors were low cut and dangled over the edge. She could only see the dirty white tops over the top of her book. Her hair was tied up in a ponytail and had been pulled over her shoulder. Her back was rested against her blue hoodie that she had waded up to cushion the steel. She was reading a thick hardback book but she’d lost the paper cover awhile back and the name of the book couldn’t be read on its cracked spine. The book was rested on her bosom and her eyes scratched off the lines with ease.

Her iphone was tucked into her pocket and the white headphone cord spun up her arm and into her ears. She could hear the rumble of trains occasionally as they passed by but she ignored them as background noise. She didn’t straighten until she caught an unusually movement from the corner of her eye. She closed her right index finger in the book and sat up. She looked into the dark edges of the room but could make out nothing familiar. “…hello?” her left hand swung across her hip to hit the pause button. “Wwho’s there?”




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