Not All Journies Have an EndNo house was ever a home, no person ever a friend. But she could live, and she could love. She had learnt to condense her life into a suitcase and a smile. Throw away what was unneeded – food and family. Keep what was essential – shadows and anonymity. Be forgettable.Not All Journies Have an End
She smiled, her smile of lies, but she had an honest face, so it hardly mattered to the man at the end of the bar. Typical. Perfect. The mysterious stranger and the scarlet lady. Except that she collected her fee in a different way than mere money.
With a carefully constructed expression, she tilted her chin up. An awkward movement, unpracti
Dinosaur TearsThe first time he had been back into the bridge since Wash’s death.Dinosaur Tears
Mal didn’t notice what she had in her hands at first – he was just glad it wasn’t the pilot-stick. But when he did notice, he conjured up all his calm to keep from wrenching the things out of her hands, because then he would not know what to do with them.
River liked Wash’s dinosaurs. They smelt like him. Well no, plastic did not carry scents as efficiently as cloth. Sometimes when she breathed in Kaylee’s clothes that she sometimes left in Simon’s room, she smelt laughter and pleasure. Only it wasn’t a smell, it just seemed that way because her ph
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go to ur room!
kim is teh sex?
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