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The marble slowly rolled down the hall until it finally came to rest just on the tip of the stair.
The silence echoed through out the large halls of the museum. Uneasily, she slipped from the bathroom. Was it safe to come out now? Would there be guards patrolling? Would they find her? Questions rolled through her mind quicker than she could process them. If she was found, would they punish her? Take her to the police? All she wanted was a safe warm and dry place to spend the night.. was that so much to ask for?
The edge was right there. Only a few steps away. Her heart hammered with fear, with adrenaline. She was so close and it would be so simple.. it just, step off.
The cup was only half full. Did that mean she would run out of sugar when she began baking? Or was there enough? Either way, maybe she should consider going across the hall and asking 3C if he had any sugar on hand. He was awfully cute.
She pressed up with all her might but the latch wouldn't budge. She was stuck, trapped, beneath the Earth in this small dank room. She had know idea where she was --- or when, she was for that matter. All she knew was that she'd awoken alone and terrified out of her mind, kidnapped.
She was convinced. He was a vampire secret agent. There was just no other explanation. But it didn't matter to her; she would love him anyways --- always. Despite his neck biting fetish, and his need to put his life at risk. He was her soulmate.
this word is a little gross.
somewhat like moist.
what does it mean exactly?
a purse? a change holder?
why must we use it?
it's ugly.
like your face.
ha.
i'm just kidding, that would be mean to say.
it fell open with a soft, plunk. Her bobbles falling out in clumps, cluttering the floor, making a mess. Gasphfvgwjrvkddnhvgkvxhbkjvzbkfhgvhdbcjn,sdjchfvbjdbcsvhbcjfhhfjfhbfxjehk