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Posted: Wed Nov 17, 2010 7:36 am
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STEVE BURNSIDE
Steve came back from his stroll, he didn't have that much sleep that night, he felt restless thinking about something. He heard shots somewhere, and headed towards the source of the sound. Reaching the spot, he saw Claire and Chris, and some dead pilot. What happened here? I only left for a few hours, and look what I find... he muttered, then his eyes widen with concern seeing the cut from Claire's cheek. Claire! You're bleeding... he came up to her and pulled out a kerchief, and silently offered it to her.
((So sorry for just posting now, classes are bad I have them 'til nighttime!!! What's happening lately?))
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