[align=center][fancypost bgcolor= transparent; border: none; width: 750px; height: 20px; font-family: georgia; color: white; font-size: 12pt; text-align: left; letter-spacing: 5px;]when everything's made to be [i]broken,[/fancypost]
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[fancypost bgcolor= transparent; border: none; width: 500px; font-size: 7pt; text-align: justify;]So, bad dreams, a huge headache and a deep state of depression. Coolio. Sinsajo totally loved that. There was nothing better on the world. Totally not. The best thing that could happen to you is laying on the coldest rocks you could find all day and doing absolutely nothing. Mhmmmm... sounds fabulous, right?
Haha, nope. That sucked. Sinny woke up screaming for her sister, which was set on fire in her dreams, got a terrible headache from hitting her head on a rock in the process of waking up from that nightmare and started thinking about her sister once again. Thinking about how much she must hate her. How badly she failed her.
When she could finally get up, she had done it so fabulously that she tripped to the point that she nearly fell, spun around in a circle for at least ten seconds and then landed on some unlucky passerby. "Fuck," Sajo cursed grumpily, frowning at that stupid little fucktard that got in her damn way.
Of course, she liked WindClanners, but she was in such a bad mood that day that she couldn't help her anger. However, when she realized that that 'little fucktard' was Eragon, her imaginary eyebrows went back to normal and a worried look appeared on her face. "Oh, I'm so sorry. You all right, Er?"[/fancypost]
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[align=center][fancypost bgcolor= transparent; border: none; width: 500px; height: 20px; font-family: georgia; color: maroon; font-size: 12pt; text-align: right; letter-spacing: 5px;]i just want you to know [i] who i am,[/fancypost]
