as soon as she got into the groove , the words came again , flying out of her mind , through her fingers and into the computer . she actually laughed at some of the dialogue as the hero and heroine were torn apart by the evil villain , who amazingly had similar character traits to adam at the moment . by midnight , she considered going to bed but did n't want to stop
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reeves took one , then reached into his leather jacket and produced a flask . ' wash it down with this , ' he said . ' vodka . no smell . ' he handed peters the flask . peters dropped the pill from his hand , letting it roll down between the seats . he pretended to swig from the flask , then returned it to
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'' it feels good on the skin after a hard day of unrolling all that fencing , '' whispered ash . '' and digging holes , '' mumbled holiday . no one said anything after that as the fog seemed to rise , becoming thicker , enveloping them . soon , swirling arms of mist were creeping along the street . '' it kinda feels warm , '' said
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