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| "It's not your fault." And with that, he left the apartment, heading over to his own. He went in and crashed on the couch, feeling exhaution overcome him. He'd go have a talk with Rob in the morning. He might now something. After she heard the door close, she got out of bed, grabbing one of the pillows and a blanket and making a bed on the couch. All she'd need is to bite him in her lack of sleep and she'd wake in the morning and she'd have been resting next to a corpse of her former lover. Trenton got off the bed and went over to his dresser, grabbing a pair of boxers and a muscle shirt. He then went into the bathroom and started the shower. After he was finished, he got out and put on his change of clothes, then went back into the bedroom, laying down and staring up at the ceiling. He felt tired, but not sleepy, so he simply stared. --- Chris "Bewildered" Brock Cameron "Half a Bloodsucker" Grant David "What next?" Trenton |
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