12-17-2007, 11:57 PM
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indent Ahren had lived like this long before he had gone to Europe; very little had changed in his patterns. Curling his toes slightly, he settled on another small bench. “It doesn’t compare to Europe, I’m sure,” he said with certain knowledge. “But its better then anything else around here.” Except perhaps the den he had lived in while Chimera still stood. Though underground, it barely felt like it. Before he had left, he had made a point to close it off and hide it. Just in case. “How old is your son?” He asked, rolling a cigarette.