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Maryam in A Land Of Desert And Sun |
(Someone's POV)
Aaaah. Good. No one, it is evident, has alerted the newspapers about my little... I smile discreetly to myself under the red-checked beret I decided to hide myself under, scanning the newspapers. No mentioning of a break-in at one of James Rheston's warehouses that happened to be the temporary resting place of a certain...
I lift the newspaper higher and dare to chuckle to myself.
A certain work of art, I shall call it. That, luckily for James Rheston and a tad discincerting for myself.
My grin dissipates quickly at that unwelcome thought, and I stand abruptly, dusting myself off and not bothering to inform the pretty waitress (though it does tempt me) that I am leaving and that she needn't bother with the mochachino and the mint chocolates. I'm off, and - the ghost of a smile returns -
Heading towards my vengeance.
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Ohhhh i wonder who he
Ohhhh i wonder who he is!!!!!
suspensful!
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"Yesterday is history, tomorrow is a mystery, today is the present that's why they call it a gift." -- my RE teacher and that kung foo turtle
Yea, more chappies. Good on
Yea, more chappies. Good on you Maryam. This is regaining interest for me, keep on!
So lock the windows, and bolt the doors. Cuz I've got enough problems without creating more! ~Relient K Devastaion and Reform
Oooh. Aaah. The mystery
Oooh.
Aaah.
The mystery returns...
... at long last! The secret
... at long last!
The secret to good writing? Just tend to skip WRITING the parts readers tend to skip READING.
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LOL.
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M, you're as loony as a bat.
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No offence.
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The only 15 letter word that can be spelled without repeating a letter is 'uncopyrightable'!