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Jan. 31st, 2006 08:52 pmShelley lifts her sore head.
She can't see the clock, so has no idea how many hours have past.
The girl is still curled at the end of her bed, wrapped in an overlarge black suitcoat. It had been in her wardrobe for months, and now... It's some small comfort.
Her head drops back down onto the blanket as she stares at the wall.
She can't see the clock, so has no idea how many hours have past.
The girl is still curled at the end of her bed, wrapped in an overlarge black suitcoat. It had been in her wardrobe for months, and now... It's some small comfort.
Her head drops back down onto the blanket as she stares at the wall.
