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Mar 25, 2005 21:31

They gave new eyes to him that wouldn't see. Call it vengeance, call it justice, call it done.

The not-wolfie went away, but now he's come back. I shall bring him a present. Everybody loves presents.

I dreamed them all. Dancing in my head. Father Richard came and made it quiet again, though.
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