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Post by Marta Chang on Apr 24, 2007 7:54:37 GMT 7
Marta's life was a living hell. Period, end of discussion. There was nothing more to summon her life up but the word hell. Marta, no matter how hard she tried was turned away from because of either her attitude or her need to talk about herself. Marta, one of the only girls in all of the New York/New Jersey area who used to play rock for audio CDs and live audiences, wasn't really making that up. She had proof.
And yet, here Marta was, standing alone, leaning up against her apartment in the cold air of March. Marta's ripped jeans were her only 'punkish' thing today, unless you counted the black combat boots and red corset dress. Marta's iPod was in her hand and she was listening to "Song of Parting (Piano Solo Op. 10 No. 3)," one of her favorite classical pieces.
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