01-02-2008, 09:31 AM
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indent A few more bites finished off his meal, stripped to the bone. He put the scraps into the fire and rose, moving to grab two saucers from the same shelf of odds and ends. “I saw the Vatican once,” he commented as he began to strain the tea. “But never went further north then that.” Extending one of the would-be cups, he took his seat again, drank some of the tea, and continued speaking. “It was beautiful,” he added quietly, eyes growing cloudy with the memories of the place (what few there were).