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Jan 2014
Sitting there she breathes,
I can do this...
That pencil sharpener had something she needed.
So, without regret she took "it" and with "it"
she did the unimaginable...
"Is this where my story ends?" she weeped....
No my dear, this is only the beginning....
Katelyn
Written by
Katelyn  F/Wilkes
(F/Wilkes)   
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