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Posted: Thu Jan 12, 2012 7:18 pm
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Leila looked up, pouting. "Oh, it's no big deal. I just accepted a stolen book from an old beggar woman, he was the original owner, now he's royally pissed and wants to kill me, but can't without said book. So now, he's after my book, which is, by forfeit, mine. Luckily, my friend took it from me to study it, but it won't last long. James will find it, and I will die...again."
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Posted: Thu Jan 12, 2012 7:53 pm
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Posted: Thu Jan 12, 2012 8:14 pm
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Posted: Thu Jan 12, 2012 8:35 pm
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Posted: Thu Jan 12, 2012 10:44 pm
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Posted: Thu Jan 12, 2012 11:00 pm
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Posted: Thu Jan 12, 2012 11:21 pm
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