purplepanda288
Worker of the shit
[QUOTE="White Shamrock]He gives her the guitar "Easy with Judith, she is a very delicate guitar," he sits back playing with one of his guns.
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Amy carefully adjusts the guitar in her lap. She plucked one of the strings, sending shivers up her spine. Is been a long time since she's played but she remembered a song. Her fingers found the chords and began to strum the song. Her lips parted, her voice clear and strong. " So I walked through to the haze And a million dirty waves. Now I see you lying there. Like a lie-low losing air, airBlack rocks and shoreline sand still dead summer I cannot bear. And I wipe the sand from my arms. The Spanish Sahara ,The place that you'd wanna leave the horror here."
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Amy carefully adjusts the guitar in her lap. She plucked one of the strings, sending shivers up her spine. Is been a long time since she's played but she remembered a song. Her fingers found the chords and began to strum the song. Her lips parted, her voice clear and strong. " So I walked through to the haze And a million dirty waves. Now I see you lying there. Like a lie-low losing air, airBlack rocks and shoreline sand still dead summer I cannot bear. And I wipe the sand from my arms. The Spanish Sahara ,The place that you'd wanna leave the horror here."