rogue
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Rogue
Mar 14, 2008 18:54:38 GMT -5
Post by rogue on Mar 14, 2008 18:54:38 GMT -5
The braided rope of the tree swing Rogue sat upon creaked against the bark of the tree limb as she gently swung back and forth, every so oftin flipping a page in her book. The autumn air picked up a few locks of her two-toned hair, the white and auburn mixing as it fluttered with the current. A silent sigh escaped her lips as her eyes flew over the words of the page that incased a romance she knew she'd never beable to have.
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