5:56, the time of day you don't want too awake from your deep breathless sleep and arise into the cold world, that we have too call home. but still, you arise and walk across the floorboards of a small home, shower, dress and eat. sleeplyness, still encourages you too step back into the land where judging somebody by their cover is against the law and ranks of your life, are chosen by you and nobody else. this time in the morning, is the enemy. a cold-blooded, vile mouthed, putrid enemy. that stills your movement and stops the minutes of which you hope too spend.
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Romanceforsia; a simple name, for a simple aubrey haired, pale skinned and blue eyed girl. a young bartender at forsleys pub, working for a minimum wage of seven pound a night. bren; an odd name, for a black haired, pale skinned and brown eyed twenty-four...
