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Post by Deleted on Jul 13, 2011 10:24:45 GMT -6
Isabella sat at her desk going through minor inacents that happen through the week. Grinding he teeth as she picked up her coffee cup and took a sip. Slowly she placed it down while trying to calm down, she itched to get back out there and do some good.
She started to stand and felt the tugged on her side where her wound was, she was still stiff when she moved in certian ways so she was placed on desk, or basically told they didnt trust her on a the street. Here they kept her pushing paper even though she was proven not to have a strain in here but they still dont trust her.
Moving to sit back down, while sitting she started tapping her pen on her desked and sighed out. She was greatful that it was almost time for lunch.
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