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The thief. Stolen all my security. It had very little to do with the material objects that were gone from their proper places. It was the idea that he’d come in here, so my safe place, and taken that safety away. I was in the house. To think, someone had been in my house, with malicious intent, and I was in the next room. My security is gone.
By kaci on 05.24.2011
Thief of Time, she called herself. I could hardly believe it, if I hadn’t seen her do it myself. Stole an entire century of time, and stuck it right in her pocket.
Abstract concepts were apparently no problem for her kleptomaniac fingers. She just grabbed it from out of the air, turned it into a marble, and stuck it in her pocket.
By Andy URL on 05.24.2011
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