Grace: Friends

      My name is Grace. I have black hair that goes half way down my back. My green eyes are soft and understanding. I've been traveling for three or four days looking for my friend Crystal. I too am a Nightwatcher. We grew up together with the same dream that we both accomplished. Now I'm on break and came to see her.

   Knock! Crystal came and answered the door. "Crystal! How are you?" I asked quickly. "May I come in?" She let me in and I sat in a chair waiting for her to talk.

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