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She did.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/meke/1154698/ the sad part is that im at this scene in the book and i have to completely arrange it so NO KISS Y KISSY ANYMORE AND IT MAKES ME //CRYYYY/// http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/meke/1151499/ May prowled around the edges of a bar, though she knew it wouldn't do to wait there for food. It was Monday afternoon and those who were inside wouldn't be stumbling out for some time. She couldn't stick around for that long, and it had already been a half-hour without a violent move from her, excep.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/meke/1151343/ Skalva led them not back into the city but further into the countryside. Every few miles, he would wheel forward as a raven and scout ahead. It was only for a few seconds at a time, but it left her and Derek alone and she could feel the tension between them more than she had in awhile. 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