

a fightThey stood there, metres apart, eyes locked, weapons ready. ”my race orders me to kill you..” Ghost said Quietly, stroking her trusted revolver – it had got her out of many sticky situations. ”so does mine, but it doesn’t mean I want to..” Callum replied his eyes gleamed, and Ghost was unsure was that just a gleam or a tear?. ”no time for re thinking this now, ill just kill him and get over it..i have to” She thought, reassuring herself. Ghost took in a deep breath, and looked at him, he was staring at her but she could tell he was thinking. Callum shook his head, and sighed. ”ready to be killed, illa fight
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I'm so square
~Kupo-K hehe coz this one is pretty much dead.
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"The strength to be practical. The strength to be different. The strength to be an individual, to be smart and intelligent. That strength is what we have and profess. We--TomboysRule.
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