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By Irongirl Submitted by Irongirl Date: 2004 Jun 28 Comment on this Work [[2004.06.28.05.00.11687]] |
| Staring three flights down into the darkness she wondered who this was exactly. Her ribs were pressed firm against the stairwell as he held her shoulders from behind while staying much quieter than a mouse. She was a million miles from anyone that knew her, but at that moment she couldn't identify who was occupying her soul. Wild and mad, that last night in Rio. And she grabbed his strange hand, wishing it was familiar. Turning, she kissed away her confusion into the emergence of morning. |