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Thursday, 13 September 2012 0 [Add a Comment]


She had always been an eccentric woman. Her intellect closely rivalling his; it was as if their brains were made of the same cogs and gears, all turning and ticking in the same direction at the same speed. She may be intelligent, but her ‘people skills’ were no better than that of a hippopotamus. Often, her observant eyes would see right through a person’s very soul, forcing her clients to feel uncomfortable in the eerie atmosphere. They become self-aware, monitoring every single one of their moves with extreme cautiousness and alertness, like their tiniest flaws could become the devil’s excuse to throw them into jail any second, even if they’re completely innocent in their context. It’s no wonder why she had always been alone.

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Shed your armour.
Leave your sword.
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