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Who: Jackie, OT any
When: 14 May, 1941
Where: The streets of Paris
Jackie looked around, her arms prickling. She had a very bad feeling tonight. She knew that she shouldn't be outside past curfew, she knew that the situation with the soldier was just something that would go terribly wrong.
Here she was, an international singer- walking through a dark alley, afraid of what might happen. Her hands were shoved into her pocket, one of which was wrapped around something cold, and metal.
Hopefully, this would all be over soon, and she would get to her flat, and take a nice warm bath. Perhaps the soldier wouldn't be there.
When: 14 May, 1941
Where: The streets of Paris
Jackie looked around, her arms prickling. She had a very bad feeling tonight. She knew that she shouldn't be outside past curfew, she knew that the situation with the soldier was just something that would go terribly wrong.
Here she was, an international singer- walking through a dark alley, afraid of what might happen. Her hands were shoved into her pocket, one of which was wrapped around something cold, and metal.
Hopefully, this would all be over soon, and she would get to her flat, and take a nice warm bath. Perhaps the soldier wouldn't be there.