by Alpha* » Tue Nov 19, 2013 2:55 pm
Abel is silent, letting himself be led along, thinking of his predicament. Imagining everything he'd left behind, everything he'd wanted. What he'd never have now. Why, oh WHY did he ever take that cruze? And who does he like more? Rory...or Crystal? Who needs him? Who does he need? A almost silent sigh, he'd doomed.

“Thanks to all those in any kind of uniform and to those who have been in uniform.”
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“Sadly i have a life outside CS with a job...and other things[color=#00BFFF]”
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