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10/17/2010

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Matt

She leaned back against his prosthetic arm which fell off silently, her gaze was on his face, his gaze was on her chest.
He never noticed his arm was out of place until she flailed hers.
And by then, she'd already fallen over the balcony and into his fathers bed down below.

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