Amidst the crowded market square was a lone child. No toys, our anyone around her. She had an expression as if she was watching for somebody. The little girl, attired in plain clothing with her hair hanging in front of her face, just stood there. Waiting. Looking.
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"Fine, have your mind controlled and be flung into battle like a living grenade." - DC to Oblivion
" The concern is not the cost of one bullet, but the cost the damage one bullet can do." -Coworker remark on accountability of items 
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