Jane sighed and rolled her eyes, tucking her legs beneath her, making sure her skirt was pulled down to her knees. Even if she was drunk, she was still modest. She looked at her desk over in the corner by her sliding doors onto a small balcony. It was covered with books and papers and she smiled, before noticing her open diary.
__________________ listen and you can hear the distant sounds
of someone humming a familiar song
the sounds of raindrops echo across the horizon
and shoot your wish up to the sky
Last edited by emma_rlz; 08-06-2007 at 04:56 PM.
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