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Post by Atuan on Feb 26, 2005 15:43:17 GMT -5
"What nonsense are you spouting?"
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Post by Steven on Feb 26, 2005 15:54:15 GMT -5
"I don't know... I was possesed for a moment or something..."
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Post by Atuan on Feb 26, 2005 15:59:23 GMT -5
She made a noise of contempt. Sh ehad yet to show her face. ~Idiot,~ she thought.
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Post by Steven on Feb 26, 2005 16:00:58 GMT -5
"Making fun of the man who's come so close to your dream... what lousy policy "
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Post by Atuan on Feb 26, 2005 16:02:45 GMT -5
"I dispise you for it. For you to come closer to my goal than me is...is..." ~painful~
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Post by Steven on Feb 26, 2005 16:07:21 GMT -5
"Is what? Shameful? Annoying? disgusting?"
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Post by Atuan on Feb 26, 2005 16:10:18 GMT -5
She drew up her knees and burried her face in them. "Painful" she mumbled through the sheets.
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Post by Steven on Feb 26, 2005 16:19:15 GMT -5
"What was that? An admitance of emotion if ever I've heard one!"
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Post by Atuan on Feb 26, 2005 16:20:45 GMT -5
Not able to hold back any longer, she let tears soak into her sheets. Hopefully, he wouldn't see.
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Post by Steven on Feb 26, 2005 16:22:46 GMT -5
"Are you...crying?"
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Post by Atuan on Feb 26, 2005 16:25:50 GMT -5
She rocked her head signifying 'no' and kept her face hidden.
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Post by Steven on Feb 26, 2005 16:31:12 GMT -5
"For some reason my mean spirit has ceased.... I'll let it be..."
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Post by Atuan on Feb 26, 2005 16:32:06 GMT -5
A small sob escaped and she burrowed deeper into her quilt.
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Post by Steven on Feb 26, 2005 16:39:29 GMT -5
"Guess I might have brought it on a little too fast..."
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Post by Atuan on Feb 26, 2005 16:41:07 GMT -5
She finally stemmed the tears and, after a moment, lifted her face. Lying in the sheets were hundreds of tear gems, black in color.
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