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Adrian watched as Alex skulked into the bar. According to her files, she weighed one hundred twenty pounds, was five and a half feet tall when she wasn't slouching, had dyed her hair so she would fit in better, got her clothes at a thrift shop near her 'home', and had a fake I.D. so she could get into bars. He had found all this out during the past two weeks as he followed her. He also knew that her 'home' was a condemned building, she lived by herself, and no one would miss her if she disappeared. He observed as


I :Love?: BottlesI {Love?} Bottles By: Das-sombrasI :Love?: Bottles
Feelings used to be Saturated in those things.
Bottles they're great for Holding Anything, Everything.
Everything: that includes Feelings of All types.
{Love hate-happy-Sad Confused bored-silly-Depressed}
My Bottle is amazing Holding Years of Feelings.
It hasn't Exploded- Yet. But soon maybe.


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in the same room with me, he messes with my feelings. He makes me angry, sad, and confused. Confused as to why I feel
this way. Why, after he treated me the way he did, do I even care. Shouldn't I be over him? Shouldn't I just act like nothing happened? Wouldn't that be the grown up thing to do? I can't. I can't be
aloof when I'm around him. I can't pretend nothing happened. I can't even pretend he's not there. When I'm
around him,
Cage :Again:

Never talk to strangersThe girl curled her fingers around the collar of his shirt, stumbling slightly as she pulled him close with a drunken smile. Her eyes were glazed, lips slightly parted, she looked like she was about to pass out any second. Ryder wished she would. It would make everything much easier.Never talk to strangers
Reaching up to remove her hands from his shirt he flashed something that resembled a smile and walked over to the counter, pouring two glasses of bourbon. The liquid glowing golden in the soft overhead light. She took her glass with soft laugh and perched on the end of the bed, patting the spot beside her as she took a gulp of the drink.
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