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twiction 41

Posted on June 30, 2009 by Leigh-Anne Fraser
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“I don’t get why you care?” Tina whined. Pam set the mug on the counter. Tea splashed over the ceramic lip . “Because I do.”

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twiction 40

Posted on June 28, 2009 by Leigh-Anne Fraser
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‘Don’t go in there!’ the old man warned. Katie sniffed. ‘Don’t worry. We’ll be fine’ She said as they stepped into darkness.

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twiction 40

Posted on June 28, 2009 by Leigh-Anne Fraser
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‘Don’t go in there!’ the old man warned. Katie sniffed. ‘Don’t worry. We’ll be fine’ She said as they stepped into darkness.

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twiction 39

Posted on June 20, 2009 by Leigh-Anne Fraser
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Joey stood on the stone wall, shouting and shaking his fist at the sky. The wild grasses behind him waved over the valley below.

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twiction 39

Posted on June 20, 2009 by Leigh-Anne Fraser
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Joey stood on the stone wall, shouting and shaking his fist at the sky. The wild grasses behind him waved over the valley below.

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twiction 38

Posted on June 13, 2009 by Leigh-Anne Fraser
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“Bored?” he asked. Carlee looked at him with twitchy eyes. “No. Not at all” she said. He couldn’t tell if she was lying to him.

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twiction 38

Posted on June 12, 2009 by Leigh-Anne Fraser
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“Bored?” he asked. Carlee looked at him with twitchy eyes. “No. Not at all” she said. He couldn’t tell if she was lying to him.

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twiction 37

Posted on June 3, 2009 by Leigh-Anne Fraser
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The street recoiled. Teya picked her way through the debris and randomly parked cars. She turned onto High St. Buildings loomed.

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twiction 37

Posted on June 3, 2009 by Leigh-Anne Fraser
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The street recoiled. Teya picked her way through the debris and randomly parked cars. She turned onto High St. Buildings loomed.

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twiction 36

Posted on May 30, 2009 by Leigh-Anne Fraser
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She chuckled. It was the first time she thought to watch him. He stood on the stage, nervous. He stuttered his opening lines.

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twiction 35

Posted on May 30, 2009 by Leigh-Anne Fraser
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He thumbed through the phone book, looking for a plumber. He passed over 5 just as the cat floated by on the cooler lid

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twiction 33

Posted on May 30, 2009 by Leigh-Anne Fraser
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Daniel put the book away. He looked at his watch. Two hours he had been waiting for Barry to pick him up. Where the hell was he?

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