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Tracy went inside the room. Marc was lying in his bed, his right leg suspended in mid-air and a nurse was changing some of the bandages around his head.
"Marc?"
He looked at her, and for one second she believed there was a glimpse of recognition in his eyes. But then it was gone, like a mall flame that tried to burn bright and then lost the will to survive.
"Who are you?"
"My name is Tracy and I have come to take care of you"
Beyyan
Saturday 5 April 2008
Shorties
marc and tracy
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05/04/08 @ 15:46§ beyyan
Thank you for publishing the story... It had been some time that we had written this with thorgal 67 and it was a pleasure to read it again here:) Hope that those who have read (if any :-)), have enjoyed. In anyway, writing a collective story is a good adventure that i can suggest for those who like to surprises...
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