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Post by Administrator on Apr 12, 2010 16:50:05 GMT -5
Clean up!
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Post by Jimmy Bronck on Jan 19, 2012 15:20:35 GMT -5
Jimmy stood in front of the mirror stroking his chin gingerly. At 16 years he still wasn't able to grow a beard, not that he particularly wanted one. Its only use was to be shaven off, which he did weekly despite not much being there in the first place. He splashed cold water on his face and began applying the thick cream. He studied his face for a minute s he began slowly gliding the dull razor across his face, a familiar voice ringing through his head.
'Take a look at yourself James Timothy Bronck.'
The voice was shrill and dripping with disdain. It was Rebecca Weschler. She was beautiful and classy. She wasn't far from being off the streets, but she held herself to such a high degree. Jimmy was completely taken by her, but she would never give him the time of day. She called him a roach and every other thing she could think of. But there was something in her eye when she said it, a small hint in the way the corners of her mouth turned upward at him that told him...maybe there was something...
Jimmy winced as the blade cut into his skin. He growled and observed the cut closer. Great. Just one more thing to add to the stink of the streets he carried with him.
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