Sunday, October 18, 2009,
Chapter 21: Strand-mission
My pupils narrow. How could I be so careless?I draw a fake smile on my face. “I need to go do something, please excuse me,” I get on my feet and stride out of the room.Later that night, I sneak out of my apartment my dagger and other…various equipment. That strand of hair…I must get it back.***I hate my hair. Why must it be blond?Ashamed.Yes, I feel ashamed of it.Why do I bear this resemblance to my father?He was nothing.I am nothing.
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