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Post by April Ericcson on Feb 5, 2007 16:10:03 GMT -5
April felt as she was dragging her legs while they were tied to 100 ton weights. She usually loved photography. Why did it have to change on one of the worst days she had had in a long time.
Thankfully, the bell finally rang and she bolted out the door. She needed fresh air and she needed it now. There just so happened to be one particular place where she could get her troubles out of her system.
[Out-Twice Told Tales]
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