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It took a fair more effort on Twelve's part, but eventually she persuaded Innocence to pick up her bags and join her on one of the many trains heading to the capital city of Congress. She sat next to Innocence with her arms around the girl's shoulders, squeezing her close to her breast, wiping away her tears and listening without comment to Innocence's long litany of complaints about Chastity. Her sister was blamed for almost every misfortune that had ever occurred in her life - a little unfairly Twelve thought, but she had long believed that it was merely a matter of time until the two separated.
Twelve's bedsit on the twelfth floor of a tall apartment block was undeniably small. It consisted mostly of a single bed that filled out the space not occupied by a small shower, a single oven ring and a small cupboard that held all her worldly possessions. There was no space for any more furniture, and it was necessary for all her guests to join her on her bed. A small television set sat on top of the audio equipment piled high on the cupboard. Every available inch of wall was covered with postcards and posters that reflected her present obsessions and quite a few that she'd had and had not yet wholly abandoned. As always , it was with some difficulty that she pushed open her door as it caught on the cigarette stained carpet which covered the floor, and ignored the stares of her nosy neighbour - a cute teen girl galleries who Twelve disdainfully noticed was unfashionably dressed in a twelve-inch dildo strapped to her waist with two long plaits at the back of her otherwise shaved head. |
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