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[02 Apr 2009|09:54pm] |
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After she'd spent the better part of her evening answering questions and ignoring the looks from the neighbourhood Kris had finally retired into the mess that was now her gym, thankful for the fact she could start cleaning up as the police had taken their 'prints'. She had very little faith that anything conclusive would come of this whole investigation, she'd never had much luck with the authority before.
She breathed out slowly as she took a long look around herself, trying to figure out where in the hell to begin first. Kris shrugged out of her jacket and tossed it over the nearby counter, figuring the broken glass was as good a place as any to start.
It was amazing how quickly time flew when you were picking up the pieces of your life.
It was gone 8 in the morning by the time Kris had put some semblance of order back into the gym itself. She could see the floor, which was a good start. Her walls would need a repaint given the fact somebody had gone to town with a can of black spray paint in some indecipherable language which she was thought was English, but she was sure she would need some kind of PhD to read it.
( Slipped Her Notice )
( A Few Ugly Truths )
( Make Do )
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