

Every Word I WriteI sat at my desk, looking blankly at the words on the page.Every Word I Write
"She looked up at him, and they smiled."
I cried. Those were the last words she ever wrote.
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I guess she and I weren't serious writers to start off with. She was an energetic Year 11 with a passion for art, and I was a senior with a love for photography. We talked a little at school, but we never let seriousness get in the way of our idle chit-chat. I noticed how, a month or two ago, she had left for a matter of two weeks, but she was the same person again afterwards.
It was a warm summer afternoon, and I was late f
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~Moby
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~ Fuo¢Ø Goi¢Ø ~
It's Fiona, by the way.
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Better is the end of a matter than the beginning.
-glomps-
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