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-I'll sub as Dragon Lord and his minions for a while-
A feminine figure strolled down the busy sidewalk, her wavy, chocolate brown hair wavered behind her. She wore tight, jean capris and a red blouse with dropping, short sleeves. Carefree, the young woman longed for some excitement sometime in her life.
Suddenly, a pair of gloved hands shot out from the shadows, grabbing her by the arm and neck. The figure cuffed its hands on her mouth, muffling her screams.
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~Love was a gentle breeze,
weaves it's spell upon your ♥.~
((LeAnn Rimes, Can't Fight the Moonlight))
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