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Post by Charles Mortensen on Jan 15, 2007 14:00:36 GMT -5
Charles wandered into the little coffee shop, feeling a bit out of sorts. He wanted a drink more than anything, but he had decided that he needed to quit. The trouble was, without drinking, there wasn't really much else for him to do. The Dark Lord didn't trust him anymore, so he never got good assignments. And hitting on women felt false to him now, since none of them could capture his attention like Isabella or Keira. He really was beginning to think his life was utterly meaningless, which depressed him enough to make him want to drink. It was a vicious circle. Shaking his head out of these thoughts, Charles ordered a coffee and sat down at one of the small tables to try and decide what to do with himself.
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