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What do we do? What can we do? What can any of us do? If we don't hand over the Valkyrie, then we're destroyed. If we do, then we lose everything anyhow ( Read more... )

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Okay. Dinner isn't going to work, but at least I'll be able to give her the present, anyway. It's probably for the best dinner didn't work out. Knowing Father, he'll probably spring one of those damn holiday parties on us at the last minute.

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You'll see, Altair. I'm going to do it and prove you wrong.

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Just ask her, you idiot! The worst that can happen is that she says no...

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Miss Cass, do you have any plans for tomorrow evening?

Certain red-headed whores had best get back to a certain idiot's estate before his father decides to send out search parties for him.

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What happened to him? Every time I speak with him, I find myself wondering it. Every single time. He wasn't like this four years ago, and now he

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I don't even know anymore.

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No, Mother, for the last time, I have no desire to be used as your personal dress-up doll. I have enough decent-looking clothes in my wardrobe and, no, my favorite jacket is not a ratty piece of junk. It was a present and I love it even if you and Father don't, but you will leave the damn jacket alone.

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This [pause] isn't my notebook.