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Post by ..::Cara::.. on Jul 24, 2005 21:36:40 GMT -5
A thin form darted into the bar, silently searching with glowing grey eyes. She hid behind the counter, snatching a dusty glass and cleaning it hastily with her shirt. She walked over to one of the rusted taps, scanning the bar, her eyes filled with mistrust. Being a loner, Cara never trusted anyone, relying only on herself. She filled the glass, thanking God that the beer was still cold. She sipped the drink, then tipped it further, until the glass was empty and her stomach full. The thin girl then, being wary of her surroundings, filled it again, draining it quickly before tossing the glass onto the ground with a shatter. She sat on the ground, attempting to remove a sliver from her finger with a knife.
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