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Guild Wars 2
WoW Bryn lingers, but this blog is being put to rest.
Bryn will continue her escapades in Tyria here.
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She knew this house better than he did.
It had come to the point where she would dancing along the long hallways with a piece of his ripped shirt tied around her eyes.
You-can't-catch-me-you-can't-catch-me.

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He lay on the floor before her with a look of both fury and excitement.
The shirt she wore floated to the floor, and his precious tools twirled and danced in her fingers.
Let's see what you can't do with these pretty little tools.

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Shadows cast against the wall.
One-two-three-four-five.
Dancing lines across the chipped, painted wall.
A soft chuckle- twisting, leaping, gliding. She was such a good dancer.
And then her shadows twisted, they turned and they split as suddenly ten became moremoremore.
I'm home, Shadow.
He would put his hand down, and her shadows on the wall would fall stagnant.
Ten became nothing as she rejoined the twisting dark of the old house. Soon there would be two shadows on the wall, twisting and dancing together.

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Unimposing on the outside.
Ugly, ugly, ugly, on the inside.

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