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The silence that screamed that no one was here with her, that this was all on her, that she was completely and utterly alone in a sea of new beginnings. "I need a break," she muttered to herself, her voice sounding so small in the cavernous room. She grabbed a rag from the box and wiped her hands on it, staring at the shelves that stretched up to the ceiling. They were covered in a layer of fine dust that seemed to shimmer in the weak afternoon light. It was the kind of dust that suggested the shelves hadn't been touched in a long time, that their previous occupant had simply walked away, leaving their mark behind.

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"Skip the mirrors, Betty. Too many mirrors in a pack house just mean more glass to clean when someone throws a punch." "Good point," I say, dropping my hand. "Get a jewellery box instead," Novalee says, pointing a long, manicured finger at a heavy shelf. "That one." It is a solid black box, plain on the outside, but when I click the brass latch, the interior opens up into four deep tiers of velvet drawers. It is large enough to hold a warlord’s collection. "You will need the space," Nina says, appearing at my shoulder. "Trust me."

- I admitted with a bit of amusement, although I grew serious shortly after seeing Oliver's expression. This situation was not at all funny and I knew I had to learn to fight as well. Fortunately, I trusted Oliver to teach me whatever I needed. After returning home, I began to study the books as well, especially all mentions of werewolves, especially young, wild individuals who avoided packs in order to live completely free. ~~~~~~~~~

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•••QUINN••• "A little bit to the left and here." Calvin dropped a big box filled with my stuff in the empty room while I held a box shutting the door of the apartment with my leg, I stride over to him and stumbled in the process dropping the box which had a dozen glow in the night light stones. Calvin helped me up, I retreated to picking up the stones quickly, Calvin helped me pick one up and put it back in the box. "You still have these? I thought you sold these already." Calvin mocked me while I box up the stones and pushed them away to the other side of the room. "Yes I still have them they help me to feel more at home." I scoffed.

The government, grateful for his service, let him keep his issued rifle, the Cheytac. When Great Great Grandpappy Lolo Sandalo finally arrived at Tau Ceti 4 (Bagong Silangan), the rich agricultural planet had turned him from soldier to farmer overnight, hanging up the rifle by the wall. But even then, he has never forgotten his skills as a stalker and hunter. He had considered the rifle as the family heirloom; and he passed down not only his rifle but also his sniper tradecraft- marksmanship, stalking, and camouflage- to his sons if only as past-time. He and his sons would hunt large, alien game, during the planet's equivalent of summer using the rifle. As time went, great great Lolo passed

She blushed again, covering her eyes with her palms. "Even the butt plug?" He asked with a raised eyebrow. That box was his treasure box, just like the way his dad used to call it. The last girl he dated was never into that kind of sex, so he just collected all his toys, which were the first thing a person could see when they walked to his room because they were always hung just an inch beside the bed, and locked them up in that box. He had kept them in there with the thought that he would never get to use them on anyone again because the last girls he had dated despised them, and he was not a person who would force someone to do something they weren't comfortable with.