She knew
'It's gonna be fine,' he told her while walking away,
the sound of his disappearing footsteps musically echoing
with the sinister meaning of his faithfull statement.
'I doubt it,' she said, turning to the mirror
and sharpening her nails on its wooden list.
'I doubt it.'
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| Auteur: Islanzadí | 
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| Gecontroleerd door: Sunflower | ||
| Gepubliceerd op: 10 mei 2006 | ||
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