Gherkin ☑️ (thelastgherkin)'s status on Tuesday, 06-Nov-12 09:33:57 UTC
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Mocha's eyes slowly opened. Through her blurry vision, she could see her familiar giraffe friend standing over her, her face flickering in the light from the wrecked car. Faraway voices were soft in the air. Mocha felt, for the first time in ages, safe. But the voices started to fade back in, as her ears started working again: "...some time to track you down." It was a nasally, refined, masculine voice. Straining her eyes, Mocha could make out now that the face above her was twisted and sinister; it was not the face of her love, but an altogether different giraffe. "Damn it, Rothschild! Why can't you just let me live in peace?" came Savannah's voice from the direction of the wreckage. "Because you belong to me," the male giraffe replied. "You can't always get what you-" Savannah started, but she was silenced by a sudden thump. #NaNoWriMo
