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12/24/2015 7:27:06 PM
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[b]Starch naked, and alone on the massive planet, she coughed up the last of the navy's fluids
She stood, stumbling around as she tries to find some hints as to why she was there
Or who she was[/b]
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He follows her out, seemingly ignoring the coldness of the winter air. It chewed it's way through even the sweatshirt, making her shiver visibly and giving her goosebumps, yet Thomas seemed unresponsive in his shorts and T shirt. He had seen her shiver and chuckles. "Cold?"
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[i]"A little"[/i] [b]She sticks her hands on the pockets of the sweat shirt[/b]
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They walk down the street, past people. That helped generate warmth along with the fact that she had put her hands in the pockets of the sweatshirt. "So what kinda food do you like?"
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[i]"I don't know..."[/i] [b]She watches the strangers go by, following the towering man before her[/b]
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Most of them were too cold to notice her looking at them, others gave her strange looks. Thomas shook his head and opened the door to a restaurant on the street. It was warm, and smelled like burgers and fries. "Terran food, North America to be exact. It's pretty good." He smiled and held the door open for her.
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[b]She walks in, looking around the place[/b]
