if tomorrow never comes

[Whinifred]

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The french women sat shifted and looking at nothing in particular. Her bicolored eye and blue one just shifting over the area around her, while her long blonde hair lay in the snow tied up loosely. Her Her knees were pulled up to her chest and her chin was on her knees. She didn't know what to do at the moment. The feeling of being useless was begining to settle in when she didn't do anything. Fred hummed as she pulled her long blonde hair over her strawberry shoulder brushing her hands through it mindlessly. She had remembered when her brother would do this to her hair and she would sing for him in return.

J'essaie de passer à travers ma vie, à ma manière, il vous
J'essaie d'en faire par le biais de ces mensonges, et c'est tout ce que je ne
Suffit de ne pas le nier,
Ne pas essayer de lutter contre cela, et de traiter avec elle
et ce n'est qu'une partie de celui-ci.

Whinnie continued to hum to her song when she looked up and saw the male marking. He was a mix breed she could see it. Her hands stop brushing through her long hair and she stood up, not tall at all with her small french stature. Walking gracfully she hugged the trees as she got closer, just watching the male from afar. Fred saw the way he stared into the other terreitory. Walking up behind the male she crossed her arms over her ample chest and smiled gentley. "You stray so close to 'ze' border monsieur." Her soft accented voice was directed to the male. "Bonjor, I am Whinifred." She said after her bangs hung uneven around her eyes.

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