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Almost Alive by Merissa Ren

In by New Author on November 19, 2010 at 9:05 pm

Susan swiveled around in her waiting area seat, comfortably over fifty
without any uncomfortable signs of clinging to her youth. She wasn’t
particularly remarkable, she never really was. She was seven different
kinds of grey. Some cable knit trim on pristine cloth boots, a barely
grey pair of sweater tights met by an inch of unobtrusive creamy grey
trim, a decidedly grayish grey skirt, a scarf paneled in various
shades of almost pigment and a vest on the taupe-y side of grey. Her
face is even a little grey, not old grey, just empty with a little
something almost dark.

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