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Dear Emilie,
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You'd be supprised what you can see from the top of a bridge. Or on the peak of a mountain. Or even on the seventh story of a building. Whe
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The last time I visited this room, each wall was a different color. And I was alive.by KimmyKat 500 words, 2 comments, on Nov 30 12:40 PM 2007. In , Death, Drama, First person, Personal, Sad, Short story, Tragedy, Unedited, Unfinished
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