12-18-2007, 12:20 AM
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indent Everyone had a long lost lover. Ahren had Matinee, who for all he knew was in North America now. He doubted it though, though he did not doubt they would see each other again. He wore her ring and would until he was given reason not to. A dark tipped ear perked at her words, and while the language barrier was there, it was not as terrible as he expected. He gathered enough to understand her. “Nearly a year,” he said, putting his hand above the pot of water. It was not warm enough yet, but he took the time to turn the rabbit over.