<center> She just might get you lost And she just might leave you torn But she just might save your soul If she gets you, and she gets you any closer </center> -- RD Present: The Boardwalk

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Date Posted: Sun, Jan 21 2007, 2:50pm PST
Author: Mackenzie
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She just might get you lost
And she just might leave you torn
But she just might save your soul
If she gets you, and she gets you any closer

She'd taken the very pregnant Ella out for an early dinner and enjoyed the company of the bubbly young woman before sending her home to her husband in a taxi. Not quite ready to head back to the house herself yet, she had decided to take advantage of the break in the rain with a stroll down the boardwalk. Most of the stores were closed - because it was getting late on a Sunday afterall - but she still liked looking in the windows as she went. A fitted grey hoodie zipped up and faded jeans were enough to keep her warm on that surprisingly mild evening, but only becaue it was warmer that night then it had been for weeks. She was definitely ready for it to be spring, but she'd heard something about another dump of snow first. Snow was nice around Christmas, but she was just tired of the cold and the grey and couldn't wait for sunshine and flipflops to return. Her fingers tucked into the pockets of her jeans, she had made her way down to the very end of the walk, and was now on her way back up - heading towards the lights of the busier area once again...

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