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People Don't Change: Part 1

He twirled the cane, his fingers sliding with dexterous ease across, behind, and in front of the thing. His cerulean hues focused out of the window, his brows knitted together in concentration, his head resting on his free hand. His legs were stretched out in front of him, his bad leg twanging a bit, in a good way almost. He’d already slammed down two cups of coffee and four pills in the three hours he’d been sitting in his office, waiting for his team to get to work. He couldn’t blame them; it was four in the morning at the moment. He’d paged them all twice, and it helped to act chipper and wide awake when they came in, t

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People Don't Change: Part 1He twirled the cane, his fingers sliding with dexterous ease across, behind, and in front of the thing. His cerulean hues focused out of the window, his brows knitted together in concentration, his head resting on his free hand. His legs were stretched out in front of him, his bad leg twanging a bit, in a good way almost. He’d already slammed down two cups of coffee and four pills in the three hours he’d been sitting in his office, waiting for his team to get to work. He couldn’t blame them; it was four in the morning at the moment. He’d paged them all twice, and it helped to act chipper and wide awake when they came in, t People Don't Change: Part 1
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The Black PoppyThe pen zoomed across a page so spotted with mud he wondered if it would even be legible. He had time to write another, if, by the time he was done, it looked to be unreadable. Having the time didn’t mean he had the paper. His eyes danced from his paper to that of the boy’s next to him. His sheets were pristine. How was that possible? Filth was all around them… He went back to writing, cursing under his breath as the tip of his battered fountain pen plunged through his sheet.
“Psst. Hey.” Something smacked him on the head, landing in his lap. He looked down and spied a parcel wrapped in g The Black Poppy
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Sat Dec 13, 2008, 11:01 AM

I'm doing this blog as a project. It's sort of interesting, and I think it should be pretty cool.

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