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A little backwards - This is a goodbye.
I'm leaving. Thanks to everyone who read my story, or even had anything to say (pretty much noone. Well, actually it was exactly noone, so thanks to them). I thought that when I came here I would find the support I need to make it in this cut throat business, but I don't know anymore. If noone on a bloody forum can read a few hundred words and leave a piece of constructive (or not) criticism, why should I even bother? I would have even accepted utter rejection, but a complete lack of response bothered me. So I'm done. Noone gives me feedback anymore anywhere. So to all of you who have your little projects your working on, good luck.
To the rest of you, -whatever-
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"As the celerity took its horrid grip on his body, he turned to the right to see the bullet coming. In his twisted sense of time he had hardly a second to duck out of the way. Before the second bullet could leave the chamber, Saede was feeding.
'How easily your life flows. The adrenaline only serves makes the sensation sweeter,' the assamite said through blood-soaked lips."
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