comes and goes
like the fits and dizzyspells, like the weather
April 14th, 2013 
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[The room is dark and dreary, with a slight tell-tale sway of a boat on the sea. In the center of the room, a blonde young man in fine attire is tied to a chair, a blindfold covering his eyes but she can tell from the steady rise and fall of his chest that he's still sleeping (how she got him here without waking him up is another question).

No matter, she doesn't mind waiting for him to come to.
]
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