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My fingertips ached with blister upon blister as the cold made my joints ache with a thousand promises of pain to come as I dragged myself further along the seemingly never ending path before me. The inner lining of my throat felt as if it were cracking from the chilled air as my soggey shoes offered little resistance for my swelling toes. I knew my counciousness wouldn't last much longer, but... I had to be here. Something was here. That guy... LJ was it? He had a strong english accent with dark braided dredlocks that really resembled those that you would see on a mop. I had teased him about that during our long coversation we had over coffee in the warmer shoppe I had been in no longer than twenty minutes ago. I had worked up the nerve to give him my phone number since we seemed so very compadable and he had graciously taken it, but, as we walked outside to meet the winter night, some guy hauls LJ into the back of unmarked van. Straight out of a super spy movie, I swear. If the bastard hadn't of hit me with that bat, I would have come sooner, but now I found myself trudging deeper and deeper into the woods. I saw the van and paniced when I noticed the crimson staining the snow and the all too familar scent of blood, but the bodies I found weren't of the dark skinned englishman I had met. They were his would-be captors.

Only when I looked up to the shallows of the lake did I see it... Rather him. "L... LJ?!"

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w00t!! Finished. So very proud cause he's so very smexah! Yesh, he nekked. Smack dat ass! That bubble butt of his will get in trouble one o' these days, I tell ya!

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My fingertips ached with blister upon blister as the cold made my joints ache with a thousand promises of pain to come as I dragged myself further along the seemingly never ending path before me. The inner lining of my throat felt as if it were cracking from the chilled air as my soggey shoes offered little resistance for my swelling toes. I knew my counciousness wouldn't last much longer, but... I had to be here. Something was here. That guy... LJ was it? He had a strong english accent with dark braided dredlocks that really resembled those that you would see on a mop. I had teased him about that during our long coversation we had over coffee in the warmer shoppe I had been in no longer than twenty minutes ago. I had worked up the nerve to give him my phone number since we seemed so very compadable and he had graciously taken it, but, as we walked outside to meet the winter night, some guy hauls LJ into the back of unmarked van. Straight out of a super spy movie, I swear. If the bastard hadn't of hit me with that bat, I would have come sooner, but now I found myself trudging deeper and deeper into the woods. I saw the van and paniced when I noticed the crimson staining the snow and the all too familar scent of blood, but the bodies I found weren't of the dark skinned englishman I had met. They were his would-be captors.

Only when I looked up to the shallows of the lake did I see it... Rather him. "L... LJ?!"

~~~~~~~~~~~

w00t!! Finished. So very proud cause he's so very smexah! Yesh, he nekked. Smack dat ass! That bubble butt of his will get in trouble one o' these days, I tell ya!