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Posted: Sun Jan 13, 2013 1:08 am
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Posted: Sun Jan 13, 2013 1:23 am
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Posted: Sun Jan 13, 2013 1:34 am
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Posted: Sun Jan 13, 2013 1:44 am
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Posted: Sun Jan 13, 2013 2:08 am
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Posted: Sun Jan 13, 2013 2:11 am
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Posted: Sun Jan 13, 2013 2:18 am
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Posted: Sun Jan 13, 2013 2:30 am
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As more mist was poured out, the dream Hector was having changed to that of a lavish party. Before her, she saw the prince of Ander being married, while John was happily holding hands with a tall, pretty women with long brown hair. Hector stood back, clapping and feeling happy for them, but somehow, seeing this made her feel a little sad and empty. Then, slowly, a vague, faceless figure appeared holding her from behind. She quickly broke loose from the figure, taking a few steps away, when the figure boldly took her hand. She turned red, trying to take her hand away as her short hair and military outfit became beautiful long hair and an elegant blue dress of high class. Suddenly, the figure swept her off her feet, holding her close to his heart, and she listened to his heart beat. Of course, that figure did not actually exist, and the dream seemed unusual for her. Then again, she was a girl doomed never to experience love. It was something she had to give up for the sake of being able to live. Realizing this in the dream, she pushed him away again as the image disappeared, and she fell to her knees, gripping her head sadly as she faded back into her usual self.
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Posted: Sun Jan 13, 2013 2:40 am
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Posted: Sun Jan 13, 2013 2:45 am
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Posted: Sun Jan 13, 2013 2:57 am
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Posted: Sun Jan 13, 2013 6:39 am
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Posted: Sun Jan 13, 2013 8:34 am
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Posted: Sun Jan 13, 2013 9:29 am
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Posted: Sun Jan 13, 2013 9:37 am
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