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It's been a while sence we last heard from Angie in a world of her own, in that time she has grown outside and died inside. She is now a lot more hallow that she had been and focuses on trying to get people to remember her. She works at a new place now and is getting back to her old self but it's hard. Her body is slowly wearing itself down, the dream will not last forever no dream ever does, but she still works at it and tries to prolong it as far as she possibly can.



Angie walks into work as usual and heads to the breakroom being a little early she starts to over hear two girls talking in there "Oh yeah so I hooked him good and then set the spurs on him. He bucked and tried to throw me off but I would have none of it I clenched down and rode out the fight in him. He was a whopper but I knew I could tame the beast ... I even got pictures if you want to see" at that she simply had to go over and sneek a pick as 5x7 glossies come out and she blinks in disbelief, and disapointment, that the pictures were of nothing more than a weekend fishing trip.



The car she got for christmas she is thinking of returning if she does not have the money for, and her new girlfriend has been everything she hopped for, but recent events may make things hard and she resorts to dressing up for shows and looking for places to hang as her favorite place closed down on her birthday...



Everything she sees seems to be crumbling even her place looks like it's burned and gutted, but she is ok living in a wrecked building as that is how her life feels.