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 Posted: Thu Oct 22, 2009 2:59 pm
I cannot be broken if my heart is shattered. "Oh, then I sincerely apologize for disturbing you." Damian said with a frown. He didn't like to bother people, but he sometimes did it on accident. I cannot be buried if my ashes are scattered.
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Posted: Thu Oct 22, 2009 3:10 pm
"It's ok." she said looking back up at the boy. "I'm Scarlet." she said holding out her hand. "Whats your name?"
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Posted: Thu Oct 22, 2009 5:07 pm
I cannot be broken if my heart is shattered. Damian stared at her for a moment before his face became bright red. "How rude of me!" He exclaimed before shaking her hand. "I'm Damian." He said before hearing the vine snap and fell to the ground at Scarlet's feet and groaned. I cannot be buried if my ashes are scattered.
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Posted: Mon Oct 26, 2009 2:53 pm
Scarlet jumped when Damian hit the floor. "Oh my gosh, are you ok?" she asked kneeling down next to him.
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Posted: Mon Oct 26, 2009 4:18 pm
I cannot be broken if my heart is shattered. "Never better" Damian said looking up at Scarlet and grinned. "And don't worry, I'm use to falling out of trees." He sat himself up and rubbed the back of his neck. I cannot be buried if my ashes are scattered.
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Posted: Tue Oct 27, 2009 3:15 pm
Scarlet sat back on the bench and looked at Damian. "Do you want some ice to put on that?" she ask. She held her hand palm up and made a small ice block appear.
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Posted: Wed Oct 28, 2009 3:46 pm
I cannot be broken if my heart is shattered. "Nah. It's fine." Damian said and then looked at the ice block and took it, and then began to lick it like a child would like its ice cream. The ice felt nice against his hot tongue. From holding the ice, it slowly began to melt, first getting his hand wet before drops of water fell from his fingers and onto the ground where he sat still. He chuckled abit and stuck it in his mouth once it was small enough and let his tongue play around with it and wiped his wet hand on the leg of his pants. I cannot be buried if my ashes are scattered.
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