Stranded RP **ONLY 2 SPOTS LEFT**

Jaiquill kept sleeping.
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Her fingers would fidget slightly, but otherwise she didn't move.
Preston was in a deep sleep. His red hair fell over his handsome face as he slept.
 
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Jaiquill's skin was cold, but she was alive and breathing okay. It was just from the chill of the night before that the cold had collected on her warm skin.
Preston frowned in his sleep, his arm twitching. He was dreaming about when his father shot him.
 
Twister always seemed to have an odd telepathic power.
He could tell Preston was dreaming about being shot.
If only he was Charlie...
 

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