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[01 Sep 2008|12:48am] |
With the sound of chattering teeth and a wry grin, Hero comes into focus. She offers the feeling of cold hands to anyone around, and laughs quietly.
It's fucking cold. Freezing down to my bones. But it's worth it. This is the first time in weeks my dad's let me go out with mates.
There's no reason why attached to her last statement. If people - things - want to assume it's because she has a strict father, so be it. She'd rather they not know about the recent health scare.
Any good movies out? We're heading to a party, but I might skip out to see something.
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[25 Jul 2008|10:29pm] |
Hero tries to keep her tone casual, but there's a bit of edginess about her voice. A sigh rolls across the Ether, then the equivalent of a shrug of the shoulders.
Couldn't go to my appointment today. Muggers, or some shite, at a bloody hospital. Got thrown through a fecking window is what I heard. Serves them right, I guess. I mean, who does that at a hospital? What's next? Churches?
Somewhat of a thoughtful pause.
Ha, right. I'm guessing they've already gotten to churches. I'd act offended, but I don't have enough energy right now.
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