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| [fancypost bgcolor=transparent; border: 0px white solid; height: 70px; width: 540px; font-size: 40px; color: white; text-align: center; letter-spacing: 10px; margin-top: -3px;]Elizabeth Dailey[/fancypost] |
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| [fancypost bgcolor=transparent; border-top: 5px white double; border-left: 0px white solid; border-right: 0px white solid; border-bottom: 0px white solid; height: 10px; width: 481px; font-family: times new roman; font-size: 10px; color: white; text-align: center; margin-top: -60px; margin-right: -20px;]❝Doing the impossible is kinda fun❞[/fancypost] |
| [fancypost bgcolor=transparent; border: 0px white solid; border-top: 5px double white; overflow: auto; height: 200px; width: 360px; font-family: times new roman; font-size: 10px; color: white; text-align: justify; margin-top: -30px; margin-right: -20px;]Elizabeth half-turned from her current spot at the counter, hearing the fire escape rattle against the building. Must be the wind. Yawning, she looked at her phone. Nothing. Not even the sheriff felt that something was wrong. She felt relieved but at the same time felt sadness. She knew he was trying his hardest to protect others but what about her? When she was thinking to herself, her stitches itched like wild fire. It was crazy that a few days ago she was stabbed.[/fancypost] |
| [fancypost bgcolor=transparent; border: 0px white solid; font-family: times new roman; font-size: 6px; color: white; margin-right: -450px;][c]trashie[/fancypost] |