|From:||Interjected C. Sidetracked|
|Date:||Tue, 15 Aug 2006 09:25:07 -0700|
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The Counts mind was occupied elsewhere and I doubt if he heard a word I said. Trying to get rid of me to cover up your drunken brawls at the palace, hey? I sneered. Looking through the big hotels I compared their offered pleasures and prices. It had to be that way. Angela was a powerful drug and my tiny remaining shard of compassionate reserve didnt stand a chance, washed under by the flood of stronger emotions. And later followed up with a memo, rivet, wastage,query. Knowing I would come and knowing that she would be more prepared for the encounter than I was. Come with me, he said, pushing over his chair and almost falling on top of it.
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