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Posted by ahorta on Jul 6, 2009 15:21:34 GMT -6
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Stabbing at her rice was not exactly the best thing in the world to do, but it let her know that nothing unexpected was in her rice. Finally, when she was satisfied, she took a bite. It was good, it was damn good. How could anyone have the ability to make white rice pure white rice. It almost tempted her to try some other things on the menu, but she was not that crazy, she would stay with her rice choice. It was not tempting enough to lose her cautious attitude. If only she had the ability to test everything for poisons.
Keeping to herself, she just sat back and listened to everyone talk. She had always been the awkward one in the group, no matter who else was with her, unless she was in a group with Elton John and Dennis Rodman, then she would not be so awkward. Yet they weren't here...
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