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| Nissa As'ad |
| Height: 5'11 Weight: 130 lbs. Eyes: Dark Brown, almost black. Hair: Jet Black Occupation: Liaison for Duarte & Bastos Inc., a Brazilian gem company. Schooling: Apparently none other than the basic requirements. Hobbies: Logical Puzzles are her passion. Dancing is her stress release. Vices: Dislikes the smell of cigars and cigarette smoke. Police Records: She's clean, for now. Hasn't even gotten a traffic ticket. |
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| 'Gypsy' by Suzanne Vega You come from far away, With pictures in your eyes Of coffeeshops and morning streets, In the blue and silent sunrise But night is the cathedral, Where we recognized the sign We strangers know each other now, As part of the whole design Oh, hold me like a baby, That will not fall asleep Curl me up inside you, And let me hear you through the heat You are the jester of this courtyard, With a smile like a girl's Distracted by the women, With the dimples and the curls By the pretty and the mischievous, By the timid and the blessed By the blowing skirts of ladies, Who promise to gather you to their breast Oh, hold me like a baby... You have hands of raining water, And that earring in your ear The wisdom on your face, Denies the number of your years With the fingers of the potter, And the laughing tale of the fool The arranger of disorder, With your strange and simple rules Yes now I've met me another spinner, Of strange and gauzy threads With a long and slender body, And a bump upon the head Oh, hold me like a baby... With a long and slender body, And the sweetest softest hands And we'll blow away forever soon, And go on to different lands And please do not ever look for me, But with me you will stay And you will hear yourself in song, Blowing by one day Oh, hold me like a baby... |