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 Posted: Mon Nov 23, 2009 12:14 am
Parent One –  Parent Two –  RP? – Emma and ZanobiThere are 10 logs- Possibility for Throwbacks? - yes Links to Parents' Ancestors/Family – Emma’s siblings: X X XEmma’s parents: X XLink to Co-Owning Agreement - None Link to other family members in breeding forms under my documents
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Posted: Mon Nov 23, 2009 12:21 am
Log Eleven
Dawn light broke through Emma’s sleep. She groaned and opened her eyes, shading them with her hoof. It seemed that she’d fallen asleep at the mouth of the cave, waiting for Zanobi to come back. This cave, the same one she used to clean, was only the latest in a series of hiding places he had kept her in. For a week they travelled hard, crossing mountains and only stopping shy of Dragon Lair. Only then had he let Emma stop and rest for a while in a sheltered grove. Three days later he had marched her across the Lair into the lush and unmapped rainforest on the edge of the map between Flutter Valley and Dragon Lair.
Emma was wrecked after each day, falling gratefully to the floor whenever he agreed to stop for the night, but the strain did not show on him except a slow darkening of his eyes, a product more of worry than physical tiredness,
It was like he needed no sleep, though Emma had seen him do so once or twice. He always went out at night, and in the morning there was food, or he had information or he just smiled at her and shook his head.
Last night had been one of those nights. He had gone out and told her not to worry. For once he had briefly elaborated on his destination.
“I’m going to go home for a while” he had said.
It had been two months since she had seen her family, though it seemed so much longer and shorter to Emma. She had missed her brother and her friends in the beginning, like a constant ache in her lungs. Then she was so tired and sore she could no longer differentiate one pain from another and she felt their faces cloud over in her head. Her life before was like a dream, foggy and vacant.
But sitting in this cave felt like coming home, returning to the life she had forsaken that day in favour of a dangerous hand. Emma could not regret the choice. He watched her, now. Out of the corner of his eye. He used to turn away when she turned to him, but after a while he stared right into her eyes until she broke the contact. He was always so concerned. Emma was unused to such treatment and it went to her head. She felt special around him, and when they travelled it was like they were the only two on the planet.
True, he rarely touched her and only then to wake her or help her up when she fell down, but she felt that he had to care something for her, in his own way, although she knew how stupid that made her sound. She had been so sure of that when, one dreary night when she had sat in her shelter of trees and vines all bowed over a huge dead tree, he told her they were going back. He had been sopping wet from the rain outside and he drew near the fire she was using to heat up some water for her toilette. She usually ate fruit or nuts and he nothing at all, so cooking fires were unneeded, but she was a girl and warm washing water was something she simply could not do without.
“Why?” she had asked him uncertainly, worried maybe he had heard something bad.
“Just to see,” said Zanobi.
“I don’t like that evasiveness,” she said sternly. She had taken to calling him out when he dodged her questions and now realised that most of the hunches he tried to shake off here actually visions. His talent was not something he liked to talk about but Emma was a firm believer in honesty before all. Even if it was something he did not want to worry her with, even if he could give her no details, she preferred to know a vague outline of the issue.
Zanobi looked at her beneath his sodden hair. “I have a feeling we should go back.”
Emma nodded. “Okay then.” A proper answer obtained, the subject was dropped and she went to her section of the shelter to wash. Zanobi wasn’t good at the male-female dynamics and he hadn’t really understood the need for a curtain but Emma had insisted.
Emma shook away the memory. In the morning light of home, the rainforest seemed so far away.
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Posted: Mon Nov 23, 2009 12:22 am
Log Twelve
Even Emma could not see her appeal to Zanobi. She rarely had much to say to him, on those rare occasions when he would sit with her instead of going on one of his outings. Sometimes she had prattled on about nothing with a bit of assurance from him. Her friends, stories she knew, things she liked. Little things that she didn’t think were very important. He would stare at the fire that she lit more for the light than warmth and nod. He said goodnight when she went to sleep. Sometimes there was a flower, or a bunch of flowers, or some glossy ripe fruit waiting for her in the morning. He first waved off her thanks and eventually she stopped saying the words, instead smiling at him and enjoying her presents in front of him. She figured that was what he wanted.
There was one such gift waiting for her this morning, slightly shrivelled white flowers in a bunch with long crow feathers. Emma tried not to think of the fate the crow might have had to have parted with so many of its primary feathers. Zanobi meant well but he had such a loose concept of the sanctity of life. Far from worrying her about her own safety, this knowledge made her feel even more that he might care for her. If he did not, then why would he have saved her from his sister?
Holding the bundle, Emma looked around for Zanobi. His presence was usually accompanied by a slight chill in the air, but the cave was warmed by the sunshine, She frowned and went outside to the ledge overlooking the cliff. He wasn’t there and she sat down in the cold wind.
Cold was nice to her now. Temperature dips and climbs no longer worried her, on the road they were the norm. She fiddled with her amulet. It was smudged a little. She polished it with her wrist.
The world seemed so small from up here, just like Zanobi had thought. It was strange that the more time she spent with him the more she understood him. That did not mean his mystery was dimmed, not by far. He was just a known mystery, now. She unravelled a bit more of his tangle’s string of a self and the knots proved to be more complex, but the more she worked the looser they became. She liked that about him. If you paid attention, he’d pay attention too.
Emma sighed and stood up. She took one last look at the view and went back inside.
“Miss me?” asked Zanobi, standing by the door. Emma smiled at his expression; a kind of resigned tolerance and cheeky smile. “You slept by the door?”
“I tried to wait up for you,” confessed Emma. “I wanted to see what you had to tell me.”
Zanobi’s mouth straightened into a line. “Ahh. Nothing much, I’m afraid.”
Emma frowned briefly. “Well, then tell me what you did find out.” She sat down with her flowers and sniffed them. They weren’t very nice-smelling, but they were quite pretty with the feathers.
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Posted: Mon Nov 23, 2009 12:23 am
Log Thirteen
Zanobi sat across from her and leaned against the wall. “Not much has changed here. Kaiba’s as pedantic as ever. No more babies to be counted. Kaiba mansion is growing more dilapidated.”
He paused for a bit too long. Emma prodded him to continue; he didn’t like to monopolise a conversation. “And… Grisamara?”
“Grisamara… dislikes you, still. That is okay though.”
Emma blinked. “How is that okay?” she asked in a pitchy voice.
“Oh,” said Zanobi, looking up at her. “I have shown my preference for you in a living state, so she won’t kill you.” He looked pained.
“Won’t kill me?” asked Emma. “Does that mean she might maim me?” She was used to noting when Zanobi side-stepped a direct question and learned to pounce on inconsistencies.
Zanobi frowned. “What a macabre mind you have; no, she won’t maim you, at least I don’t think so. She might upset you into leaving without telling me,” he paused and Emma suspected that this was his way of saying ‘run back home and never speak to me again’. “Or, more probably, she’ll try and get me to kill you instead.”
Emma gaped, speechless. “But you wouldn’t do that, not to me.”
Zanobi looked away. “I did once.”
Emma swallowed her emotions, shock, confusion, curiosity, and looked at him searchingly, begging him with her eyes to continue.
He took a deep breath.
He glanced at her and then away.
And he began his story.
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Posted: Mon Nov 23, 2009 12:25 am
Log Fourteen
“Her name was Georgia.”
Emma bit her lip from crying out in pain; a love from the past? That was how he said the name. Oh she dreamed he would say ‘Emma’ that way.
“She had yellow hair. She was so innocent. When I met her I thought she was stupid and weak for her innocence. That was way back in my youth. Grisamara was in her original body them; black with purple ringlets.
“We used to go from province to province with a travelling troupe of performers. I was the psychic, and she was an actress and contortionist. Yes, back then I used to show ponies their futures.
“There’s something you should know about that. If I take a bit of blood I can show you a vision of your future. The only drawback to the mortal is that they expire upon seeing it themselves.”
Emma held a gasp in, trying not to interrupt.
“I gain their years after that moment. Like a Shinigami. Yes, that means I went from town to town handing out death warrants. I didn’t care then.
“Then there was Georgia. She was different. Not cruel. Cruelty was something I saw in most of my customers. Not that she was one. She looked at me like no-one else did. I, of course, did not look as I do now.”
Emma started at that. “How?”
Zanobi sighed. “No black on the legs. No blood. No wings or horns.”
Emma squinted, trying to see it. She failed.
“It’s by the way. She saw me. She looked like a daisy and had them in her hair most of the time. She followed me and spoke to me, despite my rebuffs. I let myself get attached to her. It was impossible not to be, such a sweet little thing. She asked me to read for her after a while, just before the troupe was to move. I refused. I couldn’t bring myself to exist on her years, to take years from this fragile daisy. She didn’t shout at me. She nodded and changed the subject.
“I decided to stay with her, instead of going with the troupe. I hid in the forest and met with her after dark. I was sure that what I was doing was stupid and I was right.” He scoffed and shook his head. “I don’t know about myself, but I do imagine that she… might have… loved me.” He was quiet for a few moments.
“Grisamara left the troupe also, but she went with them for a few days. She came back to the town and told Georgia to ask for my services. She said she had already tried. Grisamara told her to wear a disguise. And it… fooled me.”
Emma’s heart seemed to stop beating.
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Posted: Mon Nov 23, 2009 12:26 am
Log Fifteen
“I saw her sitting by herself in a room filled with books, staring out the window and crying. I pulled out of the vision and I… shouted at her, I was so angry she had deceived me and that now… she was destined to die.” He frowned. He had been watching Emma from the corner of his eye. He wiped a tear from her cheek. She had not realised she had been crying. “I saw her the next day and confessed to her. I told her that we must never allow her prophesy to come true. I was content to sit with her forever, make her happy so that she would never cry.
“Another thing. If I try and use my powers to extent a life, I must suffer the consequences. I was content to that, to die with Georgia and not come back. Grisamara was not. She hated me having anyone but her, and still does. She told Georgia I hated her and had left her. I was out seeing to lodgings I could get in the town, trying to surprise her with a nice gift.
“When I went to see her, I found her at the window.”
Emma buried her face in her hooves, her sobs too powerful to hold in. “Why are you telling me this?” she begged.
“Because you have to know,” he said, falling to his knees in front of her, stroking a hair back into place. “If you do not know then she will tell you and use it against you.”
Emma sniffed and wiped her nose. “What… what did you do? When you…” She couldn’t say more.
Zanobi wiped her eyes. “I walked into the tar pits.”
Emma gasped, her mind reeling. She thought about Zanobi, perhaps crying, his eyes dull, walking purposefully into the black muck, sinking more with each step, letting it cover his legs, his shoulders, his neck, in his nose, gum up his eyes, stop his lungs... “You… you suicided?”
“I couldn’t live in this realm any longer. Knowing what I had done.”
“But you came back?”
“To escape Grisamara.”
“She’s still haunting you?”
He laughed bitterly. “That’s a good way to put it.”
“Then stop her!”
“I don’t know if I can.”
“Try!” snapped Emma. “I won’t stay with you if you have a ghost like her following you!’
Zanobi rocked back on his heels, shocked. “B… but I… Emma, I…” he could not form a complete sentence, he tried to make an excuse, to describe how trapped her felt, but it was lost in the molten gold of her angry eyes.
“I want to stay with you, Zanobi,” said Emma, grabbing his face after casting aside the bouquet. “And I want you to want to stay with me, but I won’t with her stalking you! You won’t be mine then! And I want you to be mine!” Tears coursed down her face, so upset was she.
Zanobi looked at her blankly. He opened his mouth as though to speak… and instead brought it down on hers.
Emma froze, then relaxed and closed her eyes.
He pulled away from her and took her hooves from his face. “I will. I’ll do it. I don’t know how. But I will.”
“For me?” asked Emma hopefully.
“For you.”
Emma sniffled, sobbed dryly and kissed him again.
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Posted: Mon Nov 23, 2009 12:26 am
Log Sixteen
He was gone again. Emma didn’t mind so much anymore. Zanobi was one of those restless ponies who liked wandering. She was very happy now that she had at least a little more reassurance he would return.
Emma touched her lips gently. He did seem to like kissing her. And touching her hair. He liked that. He had done quite a bit of both after the first kiss. He had wrapped her in his arms and rested his head against the hollow of her throat. For a long time he’d held her like that and at first she wondered if he had fallen asleep. Until he shifted and nicked her skin on purpose on one sharp fang.
“Owch!” she had cried, reaching for the cut to press her hoof against it, but he stopped her. He looked at the cut and saw crimson leak across her emerald skin. It rolled down and he shivered and finally caught it, wiping up her neck and staring at it. Emma pushed her hoof against the wound and looked at him oddly. “You gone nuts again?”
Zanobi cracked a smile. “No, no, no. Not that. See this?” he asked her, indicating his hoof and the drop of blood. “I could get a prophecy from this. I could. But I won’t. Because I… don’t want to.” He looked up into her eyes with some kind of wonder, like a child watching a beloved toy doing a backflip for the first time.
“Oh,” said Emma softly. He looked back down at his hoof as though the blood were so fascinating to him. She frowned, leaned forward and licked it off his hoof, sitting back with a smug smile. “Gone,” she said, giggling.
Zanobi looked shocked. Then he smiled. “You’re a little devil, aren’t you?”
Then he’d said he had something to see to and gone without offering any more information. Emma was used to that. But he had told her she could go down to the herd, which surprised her. She decided that she would leave an hour after he did. She settled in to the wait and clean.
In the end she didn’t wait an hour, but dashed down through the forest to see her family again. She burst into the main enclosure where the ponies were getting up and going about early morning business. It couldn’t have just been dawn a little while ago, could it? So much had changed for her in the past hour and a bit.
Verdis was at home when Emma barged through the door and landed on top of her friend as she lay sprawled on the bed in sleep.
“Verdis! Miss me?” crowed Emma happily, sitting on Verdis.
Verdis blinked the sleep out of her eyes. “I had a daydream like this… but it wasn’t you… and he was very sexy…”
Emma pouted in mock sadness but her grin stole through. “I’m not sexy enough for you?”
Verdis blinked and pushed Emma off her. Then she blinked some more. Her mouth dropped open.”E… Emma?” she asked as though she hadn’t already been having a conversation with her. Not needing any encouragment; Verdis was quite capable of working two or evn three sides of a conversation by herself; she launched herself at Emma in a glomp attack of d00mness.
Emma sighed happily. This was the reunion she had dreamed of. “It’s okay Verdis.”
“Okay?” asked Verdis in a shriek. She pushed herself away from Emma. “Where have you been! We gave you up for dead!”
“I’m sorry,” said Emma. “But I would have died if I’d stayed. Grisamara would have…”
Verdis nodded. “Yeah… I suppose. But, you just left! Where did you go?”
“Across the mountains.”
Verdis gasped. “You never!”
“I did.”
“How’d you know the way?”
“I…” Emma paused, cautious, then she lunged through an explanation as though it would take away the awkwardness of the experience. “I went with Zanobi. He’s good at travelling.”
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Posted: Mon Nov 23, 2009 12:27 am
Log Seventeen
There was a pause. “You went… With Zanobi… All alone…” Verdis looked up at Emma searchingly. “Did you sleep with him?”
“Is that all you think about?”
“Answer the question!” With her eyes wide and her hair a mess, Emma did not want to upset Verdis more.
“No.”
“Sure?”
“Yes.”
“Positive?”
“Only fools are positive.”
“Thought I got you that time.”
“Positive?”
Verdis smirked. “Wow… so, what did Epivan do when you saw him?”
“I haven’t yet.”
Verdis’s eyes bugged out. “You saw me first?” She sniffed. “I love you, Emma. You’re my best friend. I missed you so much.” She hugged Emma again.
Emma smiled happily. “Wanna come with me to see Epivan?”
“Sure. Just let me get fixed up.”
Emma waited outside, nodding to her herd-mates as they passed and exclaimed after her. It took Verdis quite a while to get ‘fixed up’. Emma was yawning by the time her friend emerged.
“Great,” said Emma quickly.
Verdis frowned. “My face is not something you can rush.”
“Cool…”
“Off to see Epivan?”
“Yup.”
The girls set off for Epivan’s workshop. Emma knocked on the door.
“Epivan?” she called cautiously in case he was working. The door opened and Epivan stood framed in the doorway. His eyes were shadowed and his hair unwashed. He pulled Emma into a tight embrace. “Epivan!” explained Emma. “Are you alright?”
Epivan let her go abruptly. His eyes scanned her carefully and he ran his hoof along her cheekbone. He frowned. “Skinny.”
Emma blushed. “Yeah, Epivan. I got a bit thin.”
“Hmmmph. Liked the other way.”
Emma smiled. “I missed you.”
Epivan smiled back. “Bratty sister.”
Emma hit him in the face. He chuckled and spun her into a headlock while Verdis sqealed from the sidelines. Eventually the siblings had wrestled onto the ground and lay there, panting.
“Brother, you’re a nutcase…”
Epivan just chuckled. Verdis leaned over his face.
“Hey, guess what, Emma’s dating Zanobi.”
Epivan’s eyes slammed open and he glared at Emma.
“Oh crap,” said Emma.
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Posted: Mon Nov 23, 2009 12:28 am
Log Eighteen
Zanobi walked through the main area of his herd, as he had done many times before. But this time he was looking for someone, not simply making his presence known. Of course, his herd mates did not know that and most simply ignored him; he was antisocial at best and at worst a warmonger.Zanobi was unconcerned with his reputation; if others thought him a recluse he could be reclusive.
But for right now he was looking for Emma. He was keeping a tight rein on his concern; he had been to see Grisamara. She had asked him one thing;
“Have you left her yet?”
To which he answered;
“No.”
And she had tossed her head and walked from the room. Which was not a good sign. He had assumed she would have gone to her room, but if she had not… and she had sought Emma out…
Zanobi’s lips twisted and his fangs showed, scaring the wits from Juneaux, who stumbled away in fright. He quickly rearranged his face before anyone else noticed. Juneaux was a bit dotty; no-one would take her very seriously.
He had expected Emma to come into the herd grounds and then return to the cave, but she had not done so. It seemed she had stronger ties there than he had suspected. Maybe it had been very wrong to have taken her in the first place. And, here he was, about to take her away again!
He knew it was not selfishness on his part; travelling kept he out of harm‘s, here having the meaning of Grisamara, way. But was that also harming her? Like taking a design out of a cloth and stretching it until it hung by mere threads?
Or was it like altering the design again; taking out those colourful threads and stitching them into a new fabric, along with the design of his threads. Well, why not? Old threads, new life?
He chuckled. Life and himself were completely at odds. Maybe it would be better termed as ‘existence’. An existence with Emma. By themselves. Or, maybe… Little ones?
Zanobi realised he had reached the edge of the herd grounds and took to the skies. The wind made it harder to think, but it did make his thoughts less dark and clinging. It blew away the visions he had of beatuful little girls with black hair, white skin and star patterns, or little boys with green hair and a little bit of camp jewellery.
Zanobi had not originally intended children. He was not sure, even, if he had wanted them before. But children had a way of… clinging to you. He would have liked some children to have clung to him. A bit less like Jin- Jin had claws. But still…
But nothing. He was dead! Children simply did not come about when the father was dead. A stray thought lead him to Carden and Belladonna’s children but he shook it away, Those parents were both dead.
He frowned. Well… Emma might not want children. She had never really had a mother. He shuddered at the thought of the night she was born. She had been passed from the womb into Kaiba’s hooves. He had even named them.
Maybe she would, though? Then… he suppose there was always adoption. Children who had been rejected like she had been. Multi-coloured children. He grinned at the idea. He liked it.
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Posted: Mon Nov 23, 2009 12:36 am
Log Nineteen
Of course it was all up to Emma. She might even want to take her chances here with Grisamara instead of leaving with him. That was a thought- would he still leave if she stayed? Should he?
I could stay here and watch over her… but would that be considered stalking? Would I be willing to sacrifice my happiness for her safety? Would I even be able to keep her safe? Probably not… Then maybe if I did leave, Grisamara would forget Emma. Probably…not.
He sighed, the wind whistling through his fangs. Children were not on the current issue. It was all moot if he did not find Emma.
“Oh, there!” he said to himself, tightening his flight pattern into a spiralling dive as a familiar bobbing brown head passed underneath him. He landed right in front of her, cutting her off.
She stumbled to a halt. “Zanobi? What are you doing here- we’re not leaving yet are we?”
Verdis followed Emma. “Oooooh, hey Uncle Zanobi,” she said in a tone dripping with m rated or worse implications.
Emma rolled her eyes and sighed. “Yeah, gloat, go on, or ping off.”
“That’s mean,” crowed Verdis. But she turned around and left them alone.
“Ugh,” said Emma, rubbing her forehead. “She’ll be off telling every Bob and his Barbie…” She looked up. “What is it?”
“I was looking for you,” said Zanobi simply.
“Yeah, I got that, uhm, why? We’re not really going yet?”
“If you want to.”
“Oh.”
“I mean if you wanted to come at all.”
Emma blinked. “Wait let me get that, you’re asking me now, today, if I want to come with you? You didn’t take much time to lose your faith in me, did you?”
“I don’t mean that.”
“Then tell me what you mean for once.”
“You’re happy here.”
“So I am happy with you.”
“Happy enough to leave this happiness behind?”
“Yes,” said Emma immediately. “Look, I’ve chosen, stop making it hard. If you want to go, fine, let’s go right now. Want to go right now?”
Zanobi smiled. “I’ll go when you like.”
“Ugh!” said Emma, rolling her eyes. “Men. Fine, we go now. But you better make sure we get somewhere nice by sundown.”
Zanobi kissed her cheek softly. “Of course.”
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Posted: Mon Nov 23, 2009 12:37 am
Log Twenty
Zanobi came back into the forest glen where he had left Emma and blinked. She was fanning herself fitfully with a leaf and sitting in a puddle of water.
“It’s so hot!” She complained.
Zanobi chuckled. “I don’t think it is.”
“That’s rich,” said Emma with a pout. “Bring your unnatural self over here- maybe I can get some coldness from you.”
Zanobi smiled and sat next to her. She snuggled up next to him.
“Oooh you are cool…” Her eyes sank closed. “Mmm.”
He leant down and kissed her. She reciprocated and gripped his shoulders, pushing him into her make-shift pool. He smirked.
“If you wanted to play, you should have just said.”
“Oh, you wanna play?” said Emma impishly. “I’ll show you play.”
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Emma twirled her hair around and waited for Zanobi to come back. She let her mind drift back to that day… and the few that followed. She had something important to tell him. It always happens that when you need to talk to a man, he’s never there.
At that moment, the man in question came into the room. They were actually staying in a safe house Zanobi had acquired not long ago. It was a luxury to sleep, and… other things, in a bed.
“You waited up for me?” he asked in surprise. “You were exhausted when we got in last night.”
“Yeah, I’m better now, kind of,” said Emma quietly. “You want to sit down? Please?’
Zanobi warily sat down next to her and took her hand. He started to worry. Was she leaving him and going home? But she was looking upset, so he would comfort her. There was a pause. He kissed her hand. “You can tell me anything, Emma.”
Emma squeezed his hand. “Zanobi. I think… I know. This is… yeah I know,” she fumbled. “I’m pregnant.”
Zanobi blinked in shock. “Oh?” he said blankly.
Emma smiled. “Yeah.”
“Oh?”
Emma frowned. “Yeah! Say something!”
“I love you.”
Emma gasped quietly. “That’s a good something to say,” she said quietly. “I love you, too.”
Zanobi stroked her hair. “Beautiful mother. You’ll have beautiful children.”
“They’re yours too,” said Emma.
“I know,” said Zanobi. “But you being the mother, makes me superfluous.”
Emma laughed. “I don’t think it works like that.”
Zanobi kissed her. “I know.” He kissed her again. And again.
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Posted: Mon Nov 23, 2009 12:59 am
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Posted: Mon Nov 23, 2009 1:00 am
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Posted: Mon Nov 23, 2009 1:01 am
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Posted: Mon Nov 23, 2009 1:02 am
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