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Post by jackspiratewench on Feb 14, 2007 23:01:31 GMT
"I'm sure it's not that bad," she said
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Post by saltydog on Feb 14, 2007 23:02:16 GMT
"I"m sure it is..." Erik said hesitatnly, "Besides, not out here... There are others that might not think so openly as you do."
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Post by jackspiratewench on Feb 14, 2007 23:04:25 GMT
She nodded and understood. "Lets go home," she said,
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Post by saltydog on Feb 14, 2007 23:06:13 GMT
Erik escorted her back to the Opera House, as SEath continued to follow like a starving dog that smells food.
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Post by jackspiratewench on Feb 14, 2007 23:07:52 GMT
they were finally home and Madline went in her room to change into something more comfortable.
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Post by saltydog on Feb 14, 2007 23:09:35 GMT
Erik waited for her to be changed, as he laid his coat on the rack, and sat at his desk.
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Post by jackspiratewench on Feb 14, 2007 23:10:31 GMT
She looked in the mirror to see how she looked.
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Post by saltydog on Feb 14, 2007 23:16:10 GMT
Seath went into the Opera house, looking around, but he only saw unfamiliar faces.
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Post by jackspiratewench on Feb 14, 2007 23:18:05 GMT
She went next to Erik. "What are do yo writtng?' she asked
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Post by saltydog on Feb 14, 2007 23:18:52 GMT
"Just a few musical pieces." he said, "Would you like to see?"
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