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		<title>Jidaelle:&amp;#32;Created page with '&quot;You can rot for all I care.&quot;   His face visibly paled, and as he slumped into his seat I was stricken by the sudden image of a pouting child.  &quot;You can't...you can't mean that. …'</title>
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		<summary type="html">&lt;p&gt;Created page with &amp;#39;&amp;quot;You can rot for all I care.&amp;quot;   His face visibly paled, and as he slumped into his seat I was stricken by the sudden image of a pouting child.  &amp;quot;You can&amp;#39;t...you can&amp;#39;t mean that. …&amp;#39;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;New page&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;quot;You can rot for all I care.&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
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His face visibly paled, and as he slumped into his seat I was stricken by the sudden image of a pouting child.&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;You can't...you can't mean that. No I-I refuse to believe you mean that.&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;Return to me my items and get out.&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
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I could hear him sniffle, and he languidly flicked his hand. The illusion on my mind lifted, and I could suddenly see my sword was still strapped to my side. ''It's lucky for him I was asleep, or otherwise I would have been immune to such an illusion''. But then again, maybe he knew that. &lt;br /&gt;
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Enice burst up from his seat, as if searching for his last scraps of dignity, and burst out of the room. Somehow, I knew he wouldn't be stalking me anymore. &lt;br /&gt;
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*[[Time to Leave]]&lt;br /&gt;
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[[Category: Scars of Nimon]]&lt;/div&gt;</summary>
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