<span style="font-family: 'Book Antiqua'"><span style="font-size: 15px"><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ff0080">Scara dreamt of the most beautiful things she'd dreamt about ever. And surprisingly it wasn't about sex. She was on earth, the world only the galaxies most rich and powerful could live. Green rolling hills, snow covered mountains that kissed the skies. No smog, no hovercars, no big cities, and truly clean air. <br/>
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Scara was sitting on a warm sandy beach, a wool blanket under her bathingsuit clad body. She watched the crystal clear ocean water push up onto the shore, the white foam from the waves soaking the sand. A warm sun tanned her skin as she relaxed. <br/>
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Suddenly, Scara was pushed out of her sleep as a yawn was forced from her lips. Her door bell was being abused, someone was repeatedly pushing it, setting off the annoying bell. With a groan Scara got of bed, her naked body stretching as she stood up. "I'm coming will ya give me a second?" She grabbed her long robe from off the chair next to her bed and quickly padded her bare feet across her living room, still a mess from the night before, and with a smirk opened her door.</span></span></span>