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Sep 2015
She froze, as the arms pulled her back from the edge, away from her escape.  She attempted to break free of the grasp but stopped.  She whimpered as she kneeled down onto the hard, cold ground.  The warm arms held onto her, despite her struggle to wriggle out of the grip.  She cried and cried as the strong arms pulled her up so she was standing.  She lost balance and collapsed into the arms.  She looked up through her teary eyes and saw that someone had stopped her from jumping into the welcoming arms of death.  Her arms wrapped around the figure as she held the person closer.  The heat radiated off the individual's skin, warming her in their embrace.
chris
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chris  21/F/tokyo
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   mark cleavenger
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