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Brackie
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i love him, i love him, i love him, i love him
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Clio hit one of them. Clio hit the Russian guy, and she smiled as they ran. They would all run from her in the end, wouldn't they? The insane girl with the gun was not about to let the last one get away. Etain, the Irish boy or whatever his accent was, was going to die.

Or that's what she would say if she wasn't out of ammo.

Clio was fleetingly worried about what Etain was actually holding, if he was holding onto it so hard that he didn't want to give it up. Grabbing her bag and holding it to her bosom with her left hand, her right still throbbing from the pain of shooting and still holding her James Bond gun at the figure still blurring in her vision. She started to backtrack. She needed to escape. She was out of ammo, and that wasn't very good at all. No point in trying to kill if she was out of ammo.

So she ran.

Away from there.

She knew she would see them again soon enough. And then....it would be on her conditions.

((Clio Gabriella = Where is My Mind?))
Edited by Brackie, Dec 1 2010, 02:59 AM.
I can't sing but I wrote you a song

Wrong notes but the melody's so clear

When I'm lost, I'm still close to gold

cause I found my treasure in you
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