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It's like a puff of air against the conciousness - a sigh which tickles the mind. Ellie is tired, frustrated, resigned but there is that usually honey sweetness to her - slow riding movement in and out. A flash of the newspaper from a couple of weeks ago and then it blurs into static.
Shit.
Just a flash, a hint of worry as it sinks in. Groan and you can almost imagine her saying do not want. Sound of crumpling newspaper and she's dying away once more, escaping like sand through fingers.
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Blood on her skin, Dripping with sin, Do it again, ( Living Dead Girl )
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