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Sentence #03
Dec. 11th, 2005 07:09 pm3. Soft
Some nights the soft sounds of a violin would wake Duo up, making him walk barefoot to the music room, ready to stand in the dark and wait for Quatre to finish the song; some other nights Quatre would wake up just knowing that Duo was pacing in the back yard, and then, putting on a jacket and taking one for Duo, he would walk out, ready to pace in silence beside his friend the entire night… in the mornings, no one would mention the tears.
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This one was difficult. *collapses*
Some nights the soft sounds of a violin would wake Duo up, making him walk barefoot to the music room, ready to stand in the dark and wait for Quatre to finish the song; some other nights Quatre would wake up just knowing that Duo was pacing in the back yard, and then, putting on a jacket and taking one for Duo, he would walk out, ready to pace in silence beside his friend the entire night… in the mornings, no one would mention the tears.
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This one was difficult. *collapses*
