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Post by hotknifeclarice on Dec 4, 2007 1:59:56 GMT -5
Clarice sat on the edge of the steps, staring up at the clouds which covered the sky. She wore nice clothes, for someone in Lower New York City, but maybe she was just a good seamstress. She tapped her foot. She was so bored at that moment. She pulled a cigarette out of her pocket and lit the end, putting the end in her mouth, slowly blowing smoke out of the other corner. She ran her fingers through her brown hair, stretching out.
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