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1986-10-08
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Female
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somewhere you are not
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2003-10-05
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a storyteller
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Jess - but Maarii to everyone here!
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staying partially sane
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a while
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to one day save the world and fall in love
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watching people, writing
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apparently blowing things up with my mind
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Sunday, March 21, 2004
Expectations Always Falter
He blinked furiously, and almost groaned. Whatever it was he was laying on wasn't quite hard enough for it though. Actually, he was quite comfortable, if blind.
BLIND?!
He blinked twice as furiously. Then his eyes adjusted to the dim darkness. Heaving a sigh of relief, he closed his eyes and went back to sleep. However, his brain played a dirty trick on him and reminded him where he was. Or, more accurately, that he did not know where he was.
He jumped off the bed and spun around, felt his legs give way and plopped back down.
The door opened. Although he had not been aware of the door, he was now aware that it was open, and a tall figure was standing in the portal.
Somehow he knew that the person was smiling.
"Oi, wouldn't e'en think 'a touchin' you, boy." The man darted into the room and a new person appeared, a curvy person as he could tell from the shadow.
"Tied Knots of Zrag Brains! This is him, is it?" If he hadn't have been in an almost catatonic state, he would have asked what she was talking about.
"Now, don't give the boy a heart attack please." Another person, who took up the entire doorway, came inside the room.
"I met him first, now move out of my way." Now, that voice was familiar. "And turn on the light."
"How did she know it was off." He heard someone whisper.
Then the light came on, and as he looked into the faces of the oddest people he had ever seen, he tried very hard to faint again. However, his mind was in an odd mood, a tricky mood, and instead, he screamed.
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