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Post by Detective Deejay on Aug 11, 2008 20:17:09 GMT -5
Deejay huffed. She didn't know what she was doing.
She was eighteen, posing as a twenty year old, she smelled like meat, and forgot to get a key for her apartment.
She sat on the door mat, and placed her face in her hands.
"Naomi, what have you got yourself into..." Deejay asked herself.
If someone would've told her it was this hard she wouldn't have done it.
Oh, and to add more to the problem, she could be killed at any moment, because she decided to share her theroy with Kira. It sucked all together.
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