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Post by Lyf Naiilo on Apr 16, 2007 11:37:34 GMT -5
Lyf walked up the long flight of stairs. She had no idea that so many people she knew lived in these same apartments. She looked down a familiar hall of doors. Like every one in this place. She lloked down at the paper again:
Number 1533
That's waht it said. Lyf started walking down the hall looking at every door. About halfway down she saw what she was looking for. She took a deep breath and fixed herself in a small compact. It wasn't a date, it was just habit. Lyf lifted her fist to the door and knocked loudly...
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