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 Posted: Sat Apr 28, 2012 8:37 pm
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Posted: Sun May 27, 2012 4:07 pm
Celeste Van Pelt
The servant sat on the bottom step of the staircase, a book resting on her lap. Her chocolate brown eyes were glued to the thick pages. Glancing up from the romance novel, a sigh escaped her parted lips. Celeste had worked nonstop for the past few days, trying to erase the awful memories of her dead parents. She raked a hand through her dark mane as images of their cold, bloodied bodies flashed through her mind once more. Snapping the fragil book shut, the beauty stood. Her fair mood had vanished, becoming sad and unhappy. Perhaps a walk would cheer her up...
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