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Post by teo on Jun 9, 2009 22:53:07 GMT -5
I loaded my last trunk onto the carriage and climbed up onto the driver’s seat. I was returning to the country, to my home and where I belonged. My brother was coming to the City to see to things here, he was much more suited to it. I clicked the reins and urged the horses forward, to the place I never should have left. My heart I was leaving her e in the city, little pieces of it scattered in every place I’d spent time with Mercedes. I knew they’d never be put back together.
The carriage passed through the gates and I went home.
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