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The intoxication was fatal. It wasn't that she was drunken by the smell of liquors that spilled form the wine cases and beer bottles that shattered on the floor. No. She sat in the corner of the room intoxicated in her sadness.
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Blergh. I don't know what I just wrote
There were little stories that passed from mouth to mouth and these little stories were becoming truer every time it was passed. Like how Joanna disappeared from school and is rumored to have stepped out of the windowsill of her bedroom only to find herself a bloody mess all over her grandma's shrubs. But of course, when this reached Ben he smirked bitterly, believing that it couldn't have happened and he wouldn't let it happen.
There was burning every where. We were surrounded by flames. Blue flames that danced with the air's guidance. Such grace it had. But it has caused far too much destruction.
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