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By Briana Kassia Date: 2002 Sep 13 Comment on this Work [[2002.09.13.23.32.14923]] |
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Everywhere they're playing games Cross, double cross, he said, Who do I trust? She froze, a curious shimmering on the surface of her green eyes. What is it? he asked, concerned. Thank you, she said quietly, and the tears sparkled as they slid down her cheeks. For what? he asked, worry subsiding. For trusting me. |