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Post by Kathryn Rivera on Aug 29, 2011 19:34:50 GMT -5
Egypt. The witch was on the run, and she even had to go here to escape. The damn Phoenix witches were persistent, and her sister was foolish to think that she could keep running forever. Kathryn laughed. "Then again, I don't care about my sister." Maybe that was really true, but Kathryn wanted to believe it. She wanted to be free of her ties, and travel the world. Free of everyone and everything. Was that so bad? She didn't think so. Kathryn carried herself confidently as she sat down in a restaurant. Her eyes swept the room. She was no doubt looking for a victim- err- man to socialize with. They were her toys. She could play with them as long as she liked, discarding them anywhere she liked.
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