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Post: 54959071_46 created on Wed Oct 14, 2009 4:15 amPosted: Wed Oct 14, 2009 4:15 am
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![]() //Sαηαα Mυbαrαk Rαmεςες// A free bird leaps on the back Of the wind and floats downstream Till the current ends and dips his wing In the orange suns rays And dares to claim the sky Sanaa smiled at Chloe's attempts to free herself, but she knew it would never happen. With a sigh, she surveyed the bandage that covered her wound, and pulled out her Swiss Army knife. Flicking it open and closed several times, she eyed Chloe curiously, and her voice sounded colder than was intended when she spoke. "Eh, I'm no doctor. You seem to be pretty knowledgeable though; is there anything you can use this for? It has 87 tools, and serves 112 functions." She stated, quoting the manual she received with a proud look in her eye; it had taken months to save up for that knife. It had cost nearly two thousand dollars, but it was well worth it. The caged bird sings with A fearful trill of things unknown But longed for still and his Tune is heard on the distant hill For the caged bird sings of freedom. |
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