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« on: December 10, 2011, 11:03:29 PM » |
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Yeah, it's not all rainbows and butterflies, but hey.
prologue;
Frosty Friday nights are the nights most people happen to be snuggled in bed, talking with their friends, having a hot roasted dinner, partying hard, working or even just reading. You know. Fridays, then coldness, then night. What’s better? But apparently in some areas of this world, there’s gotta be that one person who doesn’t even care. Except, Palmer cared. But she just wasn’t... happy. Instead of doing what her parents assumed she would have done which was successfully feed and care for her 3 younger siblings with her eldest brother, she managed to run thousands of metres away from home to the city with just a book, lighter, a packet of cigarettes and a $100 bill. She sat on a park bench in town, listening to nothing but the silence of the town usually so awake but now so abandoned. The tears streaming down her face were suddenly dried out by the smoke drifting somewhat artistically away from the ciggie itself. Mascara and eyeliner were smudged everywhere over her face and her hair was damp from the melting frost. And Palmer walked into the bar she was 3 years off legally stepping foot into, got herself a can of burban and collapsed.
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