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Post by Voltaire Rothschild on Mar 10, 2008 22:39:15 GMT -5
Voltaire wasn't sure if he believed what Charles was saying. Part of him was thrilled, she still loved him? but the bitterness persisted... it was a hard thing to break. "Ok, let's say for whatever reason, you're right, that she just made a mistake... I ..." he couldn't finish what he was thinking, he just felt to thrilled. "Ah" he trailed off and got up quickly from the floor and up the stairs to his bedroom.
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Post by Charles Mortensen on Mar 10, 2008 22:51:17 GMT -5
Charles watched him go, shaking his head in disgust. "And why the bloody hell did I help him get her back?" he railed at the ceiling. "Although... it's not as if I can have a chance with her now, being dead and all." He sighed again, then closed his eyes. Then he vanished.
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